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Anguish [Silenzio] - Subscribe
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Kidnapped by the chambermaids of guilt loss, and lust for the perverted precursors to what never comes, and never to be noticed again. Eyes, lips, and a head full of unconcern certainly, I've discerned the end. we can't escape the end times. with aching bones and cracking lips. I'll dig in with my fingertips and I'll destroy you. Oh, I will destroy you. I Find myself lost in trying to find nothing at all, and all I have left are the fumes rising off this carrion of passions. these heathen ruins unhealable. All I have made are crosses across the valley up to a church nor more than a pool of blood. And the victim's names enumerated on the walls, like lamb to the slaughter. None innocent, and none worth a seperate box. None left alive as none were worth inliving. Not that they were living anyways. So now I'll turn to this keyhole of mine and attempt a bigger brighter end. adding condemnation on the inside, and marching love's vanguard into a chasm full of gears and chisels. A well oiled heart-ache machine. And everything gray in between. Everything broken in the fall. |