False Mountain

Accursed mound of earth
Site of endless toil
Rising above disillusionment
Concealing yesterdays scars
How I have worshiped you
Thrown myself upon your alter
My knees inflamed with your imprint
Hands disfigured by your caress
Yet still I turn to you in prayer
As you call across the wasteland

False god
Destroyer of dreams
Breaker of bones
Release me from your spell
Let me forget how I flew
Silhouette against the skyline
Erase your sliding serenity
Des-patch recollections of passion
Turning away from your shadow
Free of this desolate slope