• In this lifeless haven, I pace alone.
    Dancing to sirensongs, Singing Misery's chorus,
    Willing myself to madness, I atone,
    With deaths embrace to surround me...
    To a wakeless slumber I fall prone.

    Palisades hung carefully amidst my broken throne.

    Frayed fabrics stained with filthy blood,
    Lay adorned a darkened silhouette,
    While I lay in the soil, In the mud,
    Seeping red gold from my whipped, My lashed wounds,
    Until with crimson oil,my screaming orfice, would flood.

    Dark angels reeled with fear,
    As the incense of death pervades my hearth,
    Taking flights, In hope for Eden to appear.
    Die, my incessant thoughts of light, Midbirth,
    For this life is a maze, With all walls clear.

    Dine upon obscured parapetic beddings,
    Upon this obsidian night.