Decepted
Above these deadlands ravens circle the sanguine sky for henceforth our fate is sealed. Death shalt wait in the midst of the night to baptize us with the blood of the traitors.
Drowned in sorrow, my inner child died and reason bid farewell as dementia unleashed its self into my new world. Enshrouded, I sink in thy venomous heart, seduced by thy illusionary dreams. I know thou shalt not mourn my demise nor my shattered soul; it is not hatred that I feel, but grief… and passion in its strongest form.
Cover my wounds with thy lips and lay me down to rest. Purify my soul with thy blood and whisper me thy sweet words to soothe the scars. Say thou shalt wait for me, thou shalt dance with me beyond the satellites again, thou shalt fill this hollow and leave me nevermore.
