As I walk through the grey mist of night
I come across a bed of roses...
Black mascara runs
down my forehead...
Sitting on a cabinet
Watching every one...
The skies part, the four horsemen descend
as an agnostic man this isn't how I pictured my...
Self isolation
Heart burdened with grief...
Wishing to kill,
You have turned my life around...
Shield me with all twisted moments,
lets drink blood from the silver chalices...
Souls of the deceased wander in confusion
Inviting all mortals to the portal of death...
Passion Consumes me
Emit fire from my eyes...
She captured your heart
On souls she would feed...
This is mine,
My treasure...
Clinging onto a fragile existence,
Begging God to forgive many sins...