Gazing through a broken keyhole,
seeing false images of a hallow, comatrose soul.
Twisted stairway to our own personal hell;
or maybe it's YOUR heaven;it's too hard to tell.
Could we ever burn together as one?
still never forgetting all the things we haven't done.
Ashes and dust float evenly,invading your mind...
yet the solitude once needed is too easy to find.
Glancing to all the empty faces,
Headed to our made up,desolate places.
Revenge of a devil,to watch an angel fall,
creating sweet memories of the bloodlust he just saw.
Encouraging the weak to tremble on the ground.
Lustfull bloodshed covers the valley,
smiling corpses are all that's left to see.
Staring at a single bloodied shade of hue,
as I bid farewell to the thoughts it does ensue.
SO I walk to a path that often leads them astray,
Trying to find the time I did once betray,
seeing how the past is finally finished,
but holding on to all I had once wished.
yet seeing bones in twisted poses...
makes me long to bury bloodied roses.
To throw the motionless off our thrown,
allow them to greet such a precious gravestone.
As a collaboration of our demons,
rest among the shallow coffins,
The prophecy was since foresaid...
You inheiarated the labor of protecting the dead.