as i stand beneath the ashes of my own recollections of thy guilt my skin tears, foretold without my mind reacting to the marks the pain would subside only impermanent and i shall only pay my mind to my affliction the mirroring has inevitably become inconsistent the bells overarch through my ligaments lashes on arms and the soul as i stand beneath the ashes of my own recollections of thy guilt and i shall only pay my mind to my affliction my skin tears, foretold without my mind reacting to the marks as i stand beneath the ashes of my own recollections of thy guilt my skin tears, foretold without my mind reacting to the marks the pain would subside only impermanent and i shall only pay my mind to my affliction the mirroring has inevitably become inconsistent