Weeping Birth Raped By The Dead In A Bed Of Roses
Pain is my virtue
For it opened my eyes
Thus I could
Build my own essence
Vomited in Hell by the soulless womb
Then Raped By The Dead in A Bed Of Roses
But that pain gave birth to
An inexorable Hatred
Against the vile ones who
Created grief
Vomited in Hell by the soulless womb
Then Raped By The Dead In A Bed Of Roses
Bewildered, I am in the wrong dimension
I need to escape it
But time hasn't come yet
How can I wait?
"The dead are running after me, faster and faster. I
can smell their pestilent breath. Why do they want me?
Why me? I don't want to be one of them, but they are
everywhere: even in my dreams! No I don't want to be
one of them! I don't want to be one of them!"
My hour shall come
Later
When?
No answer...
Raped By The Dead In A Bed Of Roses
Pain is my virtue
For it opened my eyes
Thus I could
Build my own essence
Vomited in Hell by the soulless womb
Then Raped By The Dead In A Bed Of Roses
But that pain gave birth to
An inexorable Hatred
Against the vile ones who
Created grief
Vomited in Hell by the soulless womb
Then Raped By The Dead In A Bed Of Roses
Raped by the dead in a bed of roses
I can't see any light beyond them
I am just a toy in their putrefied hands
No hope, just darkness...