Howler

This is the era of echoes— Echoes inside my hollow soul. This is the time of broken hearts And lost minds. This could be a golden world— Yet instead we are all grey. A sign of the times—a war within our Struggling hearts that pump crimson Blood which shall ooze and trickle from Our weary eyes. You’ve left me alone in this necropolis— And deep within my sepulcher my corpse Strains to call out your name.