Vesper X

Vesper X
[Lyrics by Mir-h iD]
Quomodo cecidisti, fili aurorae?
Lamentemur.
Are we but shades
Cathartically shed on
A camera obscura of sorts
Capsized, washed out,
Indistinct and begrimed
Here we must grovel
With dignity under a
Still peephole.
Are we mere statues
Clustered in our glasshouses
- a box with no confession -
To kneel under a bronze law?

But the bronze law melts down here
As the smoking gun inhales.
There's only ourselves
And the deaf walls moving in on us;
Only ourselves and our questions snapped at
Only ourselves, sécreted once they're secréted.
We are our own time-bomb flowers
As we're cluttering
A hothouse in a blind spot,
A mass grave
That's manured with scandal
In no sun.