No trace of light,
Just the crimson taunt of lies,
No flicker of life,
Just the silent whisper of the night.
In this sharp edged void
Shadows are an entity of noise,
Here where one has no fears
Memories are broken down to tears.
Suspended in a motionless tension
The sweet scent of poisen confies protection,
Inhaling the aroma of decay
The skin withers away.
Ah an amnesiac to claugh the veins,
To numb those thoughts ressurected by pain,
So may one sink deeper in a dream,
So may one yield to the desires within.
In a moments colision
The body reacts to death's incesion,
Beyond the veils of this halucinogenic vision
Ones lips turn crimson.
Your touch - smooth as the flutter of moths
Trace along the surface of my thoughts ...
Elegant is this symbol of passion -
A cruel cold desire of redemption.
I'll carve the mark of sin on one's gracefull chest,
And with this first kiss I take one's last, most precious, breath.