A face of marble cold
Masking though the void inside, the eyes don't lie
Flooding from this perfect mold
Polished teeth crumbling
Luminescent engravings revealed from hollow tears
Crying statues in the garden
Shower you in tears
Begging for your pardon
Free them from your steers
The vines wrap around fragments of your fallen shrines
Invade your lungs as you breathe in the vapor of the hums
Lullaby of dawn
Resurrect the dead
A body made of stone, no longer skin and bonе
Curled up in a nest
Embraced in cotton twinе
Fog upon your frost-bitten skin
Mother of pearls rising from the ocean grave
Crying statues in the garden
Shower you in tears
Begging for your pardon
Free them from your steers
The vines wrap around fragments of your fallen shrines
Invade your lungs as you breathe in the vapor of the hums
Dainty hands of twig and stems
Reach for sanctum bleeding gems
Palms of spiral wounds healing
Faces grim, a past sealing
Beneath the grind, the submarine
Engaging echoes, sunken dreams
Rotting sludge, (?) and thorn
Petrified, now reborn