On a heartbreak crusade,
mind set on emotional destruction...
My yellow hair wakes you up,
platinum waves cascading down...
Pouring salt on
an open wound...
- Inferno
What has become of my Elysium...
Frozen in the past
He stalks the world...
Her tears are red.
she wishes she was dead...
Rhymes have their reasons
Time has its place...
The dark of the night
Brings an arduous despair...
A crestfallen heart, a demons delight
Served up as the main course...
Mechanical gears commove. And the hands strike...
Calvary rendezvous, avocation juncture. Bovine...
Paranoid trips, from a mind going insane
Looking around I see only pain...
Awoken from my nightmarish dreams,
The sounds of wind, howling...