Shades of black blanketing the sun,
The ashes of malevolence are set free.
Brooding forms flash their eyes of rouge,
Venting in the night and crying out their pain.
Rising against the rebirth.
In the end, I disappear.
The church bells ring in the night sky,
Reaching high to the clouds above.
Then the gothic angel screams,
Bleeding from the holes in his eyes
With black burned wings.
A trail of fire scorches the ascending marble.
I feel the wage of sin as I wake,
Nailed to the cross,
Both hands and feet.
Feeling the embers make way up the crucifix,
I notice my arms,
Both black and dead...