Empyrean Hell
Tore all of themselves to the incessant
Their pieces of crumbling sanctity
Lain down at their temple of catabolism
The thread of the aubade, their sclera
Their own sense of self must be desolated
Seeds of destruction on their alter
Sown by others, the consequences reaped
They hear their lungs breathing hard
They feel their heart beating in shallow
Eyes blinking out, the stars opening wide
Empyrean ceiling of hell above
And a twitch of the anatomical