If I could behold what I can consider
Perhaps my anabolic would be so halcyon...
He smells it
The sweet smell...
I look into your eyes
And darkness stares me back...
When our pupils are parallel
they emit eclipses, and echo twilights...
Antagonism towards quotidian eyes intumesces with...
behind denials of monochrome imperia...
Snapshots you hang on your white walls
of holding hands in a blizzard...
Hearing the blood
as it drips down the wall...
Pain caused to my soul only undone in innocence...
turned back again down that same road of pain your...
May you Fall to never again rise
may your soul be banished from the skies...
Welcome to the land of the forsaken,
welcome to the land of lives now taken...
Darkness is overcoming me
and slowly eating me alive...
I am the collector of broken hearts.
Give me yours so you feel no more...