Failure's Lament (Remastered)

Wrote a letter so vile to be a curse upon your soul I find myself rubbing my wounds Mulling over doubts about what I'll find returning to home from this bleak and desolate night where the creeps scatter from the haunt A rain and a wind that whispers Winter A cold death mask of a stare to wish that your heart would be crushed and turned to dust Memories of the dead on this mortal coil The face of the loved you'll never again see But in your dreams where she still lives Desiccated, rotted and moldering Burned to ashes and scattered on the wind Dust to dust and ash to ash that all memory of you would be erased forever A patronless feast in the halls of infinite jest redolent smells of the dead that will never forgive A hearth, a funereal pyre for your sorrow drawing eyes towards the grave offense that enchanting visage of love, hate, love growing in size to eclipse Saturn’s child An apology will never be enough