Nocturnal whispers reveal secrets
plunged in liquor of moonlit alchemy...

Beseech tainted senses to start bleeding again
because I tasted death and brittle deities...

The rain was just a metaphor
on a Monday evening...

Crystal frozen sights under my skin linger
more than once I cried in front of the gallows...

Wonders sparkle with diamonds and rubies
fantasy's captured within lobes of magic bliss...

Addiction mesmerized soul,
darkened with velvet notes...

Majestic icebergs form heart's galaxies,
mosaics of thorns within crystallized anomaly...

Do not question my faith-
the one that embedded a detonator...

Bare feet carved lullabies
for your thunderstorms...

Masterpiece of affliction wounds imagination,
vendetta speaks for itself all over again...

Lilies bloom over the shards of mutilated...
embedding stinging roots into its pedestal of ice...

These words are made of dynamite-
they leave static, blank faces...