Pomengranate pulp
Stains delicate virgin's flesh...
I remember so clearly,
The day you moved away...
Corpse and bone
Caught my zone...
Tired of each lie
The circle of broken ties...
A reflection of emptiness he was
His life always put on pause...
So peaceful is the dark,
So quiet, so serene...
Tempted to drink her body dry,
A single tear rolled from my eye...
My skin starts to burn,
Blood and meat are what I yearn...
Disintegrate! as I expose
your figurative panels, to...
Sitting shackled, waiting to fight for his...
He escapes and walks in the shadows for fear he is...
The dark scares me I feel so alone,
I never knew a person who could be scared for so...
A lonely world is obscured and
oppressed by darkened skies...