The Mark of Man - Memorandum

A note to self, to cauterise my very soul
Remembrance, memories cast in solid gold
Reticence, as I swallow every single word
Complacency, the rot that festers to the core

Fading light, but it's my hands over my eyes
Blinding light, please shine through these stigmata sights
Choral lamentations for that which should have never been
Vows and voices echo within the swirling black again
Contritious memories ache while they course through every vein
With every instance punctuated with “never again”

Fading light, but it's my hands over my eyes
Blinding light, please shine through these stigmata sights
Never again, unspoken declaration of my whole
My love, my quintessence
You are my all
Fading light, but it's my hands over my eyes
Blinding light, please shine through these stigmata sights