In motionless agony I provide the banquet of torments With tears unbridled to wash my wounds clean… I fade Incessant silence crowns my every word
Are memories but delusions whereby the past claims rebirth?
Upon the starless canvas the tempest of disease I unfurl Lugubrious wails from this reminiscence be torn Pouring scarlet with my name inwrought Besmears the altar as I quiver underneath the dagger … so dear is the hand that strikes with continuous cruelty
Within this new calm newfound nakedness I posture my misery With mournful laments disgorged upon the barren soil of sanity Perdition calls… I follow its voice…