Splintered Branch

(Verse 1)
I’m a splintered branch, snapped and forsaken,
Thrust deep into the earth’s cold, weeping vein.
Mud clings like a lover’s desperate grasp,
Whispering secrets of the grave’s eternal clasp.
Roots of regret tangle ‘round my brittle frame,
Sinking slower than a heartbeat’s dying flame. (Chorus)
Stuck like a stick in the mud, I’m rotting alive,
Death’s shadow dances where the light won’t arrive.
A wilted flower in the reaper’s bouquet,
Petals of flesh peeling away, day by decay.
Buried in silence, a coffin of clay,
Screaming in whispers as the worms come to play. (Verse 2)
Veins like rivers choked with autumn’s debris,
Flowing to nowhere, a stagnant eulogy.
The sky weeps acid, dissolving my bark,
Exposing the marrow to the endless dark.
Echoes of laughter from lives long entombed,
I’m the echo now, forever consumed. (Chorus)
Stuck like a stick in the mud, I’m rotting alive,
Death’s shadow dances where the light won’t arrive.
A wilted flower in the reaper’s bouquet,
Petals of flesh peeling away, day by decay.
Buried in silence, a coffin of clay,
Screaming in whispers as the worms come to play. (Bridge)
Feel the pull of the abyss, a lover’s cold kiss,
Metamorphosis into dust’s quiet bliss.
Like a hanged man swinging from fate’s gnarled tree,
Roots devouring what’s left of me.
No escape from this sepulcher of slime,
Just the slow unraveling of borrowed time. (Outro)
Fading to fungus, a monument of mold,
Death’s metaphor etched in the stories untold.
Stuck eternal, in mud’s merciless hold…