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!
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