A mourning fiend in rotten ash mirrors leads his banished heart
As she walks away silent, in roaring lament of innocence –
Her blood is the infinite trails… her veins at dawn are pale…
Her vagrant thoughts are all that remain.
As passion committed the all righteous slaughter of love,
When whispers spark the uranium romance,
The ravens gaze with affection at the liquefied corpses.
A rose blooms endarkened in the ghastly cemetery,
Decomposing violets, tulips and peonies in turquoise mists
Of a famished aftermath that enshrouds the eerie pastel.
A crisp and barren threnody shivers a vicious ring –
It is the echo of Chaos preying upon its partner
The everlasting vampish goddess Akasha…
And the rotten ash mirrors strip in sultry abysses of encrypted runes.
Forsaken is my ravenous path… I roam upon it concealed in timeless shadows…
My quill carves teddy’s fleshes in chronicles of the wordless…
A greyish sketch appears and devours the blur of heathen muses…
It is the era of the unique taboo date… Be hushed, by twilight’s thunder, for I am near!