Sufferer's Years - Down

Dark of December

Lying with wraith of the dying times

Cries in unison sing

With the sufferer’s breathing spoil

Match that fleeting’s toil

And catch the fleeing soul

And open the gatefold graves

I hate this time of year

A recall of long gone names

I hate this time of year

Through the suffering all

Stark doom impendor

Draught in home and tomb entwine

Cries in unison sing

With the sufferer’s heaving lull

Match that beating’s toll

And catch the fleeing soul

Falling from an attic

Helped to feet dead

Dark of December

Rattle shrunken over glazing eyes

Cries in unison sing

With the sufferer’s breathing spoil

Match that fleeting toil

And catch the fleeing soul

If you can

Open the gatefold graves

I hate this time of year

To visit the ghosted names

I hate this time of year

Through the suffering all

Falling from an attic

Helped to feet dead

Cries in unison sing

Years count