Echoes of Ancestral Guilt
Caught in an obsessive
refrain
impending specters of timeless guilt
inflict us with this endless pain
for all the roads to death we've built-
when their voices cycle clear
dread throws echoes into bone.
Concealed delusions veiled by fear
in shadowed vaults deep in our souls
deny remotely chilling tears
as the dirge for all ephemeral tolls-
and when the voices cycle clear
dread throws echoes into bone.
We unwitting listeners hear
these voices as we sleep alone-
skeletal sorrows looming near
reverberate with hollow tones.
When the voices cycle clear
dread throws echoes into bone.
by Jason Paul Fox
