In the graveyard,
of mist and stone...

Wrap me in your wings,
scar me with your nails...

Burn my soul,
above the hands of death...

Dented eyes in inane memories of childhood fears,
immobilizing scars of my fabricated tears...

While I descend in quiet miseries,
the night confined me in solitary guilt...

The blatant sun shed it's hollow light,
igniting burnt stars and sleeping skies...

Burn bleed,
scar me...

When we lose a loved one to inevitable tragedy,
there is no one to blame but the cold iris of...

Silhouette of broken fragility,
hides in the silent whisper of the night...

The words trapped in my eyes,
if only you could read my pain...

Tear apart my soul,
tears frozen as ice...

Weeping hollow in monadic and cannibal delight,
I fall in between thorns blooming in the twilight...