Apr 18
see through me
into the black night
cut out your heart
feed it to the light
no more shall it pain
without purpose
step into the dusk
spiral into the circle
fall with me into
this solemn dream
when we're asleep
and do not scream
preyed upon by their
words and schemes
in silence of a funeral
begging to be seen
bless'd upon by
the morbid pyre
you glow in dark
of your desires
weary mind of the
eyes that are tired
now buried in ruins
of a desolate empire
