The rich smell of blood and hot gun oil,
Like carbon ensuing from a rifle...
Stained vanity,
fingerprints whisper...
Bizarre antics
twist and coil...
Embrass me in the veils of darkness,
Be the mother to wipe my tears...
This is really creepy for what i usually write but...
i sit in this dark room...
Sing the Anthem of the angels for her
Safe decent. From this world of rage...
Fallen Star,
Against God rebel...
I hear those sweet words you say,
dripping with sugar coated promises...
Darkest hour
3 am...
In the shadows of twilight the temperature...
The radiant warm glow of the sun upon my upturned...
Wings black as night
Heart cold as ice...
I stand before you a broken man, With nothing left...
You broke my heart and for that, death i wish for...