Death's blooded lust Dances before my eyes To late to turn away My mind empties as I hear The sinful clatter of music Played so fair The beauty within Deaths own dowry Sounding now for me right here The chime of church bells I look into my grasp The glint of my blade I guide it through The tang of blood Runs over my skin Soaking my heart My own morbid hate In a crimson pool The final of all wine Broken on the floor The liquid of life I once more, implore
[.Dieing.Inside.] · Sun Oct 29, 2006 @ 09:08pm · 0 Comments |