As I take this knife
I grasp my life...
People passing by all day
Walking down the street...
My bleeding heart and shattered dreams.
Unanswered wishes torn at the seams...
Filtered fog and florescent
lights, mask a desperate...
Priest in the vaults of death
cruel bitter dying breath...
I want to feel veins beneath my skin and air...
but this shell made up of rotting flesh shall not...
Bubbles of tranquil love caress the temples of...
Mystifying blood cells while relaxing upon...
I am the princess's music box, I am her lullaby
I am the cross she prays to after god whispered...
Nocturnal whispers reveal secrets
plunged in liquor of moonlit alchemy...
Falling on my knees,
Hurting and suffering...
A game
A glutted feed for me...
- Inferno
What has become of my Elysium...