Pillorian
Forged Iron Crucible
I have been molding this burden for a lifetimeCurved in the most exquisite formForged to capture my molten iron willA vessel that shall carry me to the gravePurity through fireCauterize...This furrowed affliction is as arrow-ravaged fleshLocked away in a chamber of voicesHaunted by the past, hunted by the presentStalked endlessly by a harrow of shameBy scorn and the crucibleSear, burn, sanctifyThe ardor of scorn is an artist who paints with pure desireThe perfect scar is forged by pyre...I have been molding this bitterness for a lifetimeCradled in the most exquisite formForged to scoff my molten iron willA mockery that will echo to the gravePurity through fireWash away the burdenThe ardor of scorn is an artist who paints with pure desireThe perfect scar is forged by pyre and crucible
From Letras Mania