Come Home from Deathbed by Wounds of Recollection

You collected relics that enraptured light into the world.
That plastic now sits behind glass, caked in dust while your light dims.

Your mind wilted as each season passed.
Each waking morning must have felt like a new death.
Traded your home for walls to keep you safe; we said its for the best.
It's always for the best.
And sometimes in between blank stares I came to know, you whimpered,
"Take me home. I'm coming home."

Flower arrangements were planned.
I wish you could remember my name.
No one was brave enough to untangle the knots with you day after day.

Day after day.

Your mind wilted as each season passed.
Each waking morning must have felt like a new death.
Until those new deaths became a blurry image.
They said you'll be in peace, always be in peace.
The only words the pastor spoke that I kept in my heart.
Now you'll come home. "I'm coming home."

You would have felt sorry for someone in your condition.
Your heart would pour out prayers that they would find peace.

• Atmospheric Black Metal
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