Tales Of Dark The Crown Of Venomous Silence
In motionless agony I provide the banquet of torments
With tears unbridled to wash my wounds clean, I fade
Incessant silence crowns my every word
Are memories but delusions whereby the past claims
rebirth?
Upon the starless canvas the tempest of disease I unfurl
Lugubrious wails from this reminiscence be torn
Pouring scarlet with my name in wrought
Besmears the altar as I quiver underneath the dagger
So dear is the hand that strikes with continuous cruelty
Within this new calm newfound nakedness I posture my
misery
With mournful laments disgorged upon the barren soil of
sanity
Perdition calls
I follow its voice
