Darkest hour
3 am...
Rebuking demonic spirits has never spewed from my...
but tonight, I cast out the torturous enemies...
I am the sound of winter
With the smell of spring...
I hear those sweet words you say,
dripping with sugar coated promises...
Fallen Star,
Against God rebel...
Sing the Anthem of the angels for her
Safe decent. From this world of rage...
This is really creepy for what i usually write but...
i sit in this dark room...
Embrass me in the veils of darkness,
Be the mother to wipe my tears...
Dead - here she lies:
the dove with no wings...
Bizarre antics
twist and coil...
Stained vanity,
fingerprints whisper...
The rich smell of blood and hot gun oil,
Like carbon ensuing from a rifle...