For my sins and crimes
This purgatory is fate...
Consider life,
Condescendingly corrupt...
Listen to the mystery of long forgotten times
Hark to the wonders hidden in a poems rhyme...
"It's all that. But it's more.
We're colder than you are...
I travel through this dark, dull world
crawling on my knees...
Even a man pure in heart
And says his prayers at night...
Down in the pit of hell invaded with the
stench of rotting flesh and decay...
Lock up in this chamber
With two broken wings...
Sun so big Sun so bright
Makes me lose my sight...
Her eyes are pretty with
a deadly disease...
I suck your blood
With a nibble on your neck...
A quiet grave
A lifeless tomb...