Saturation of heart and soul,
In a pool of madness; Betrayal
Dripping slowly down your spine,
As the laughter resonates in your hollow.
The knife still licking at your dreams,
As the turning point fades into the distance,
As all that's left is stricken eyes,
Screaming at you; Fear alone in solitude.
Walls tattered in brilliant rage of sorrow,
As the sound begins to cry; Desolate in nature,
Echoing pinpoints of single depth in sound,
So quiet, yet so foretelling in blissful temper.
Slowly winding rivers fall off your cheeks,
Feeding to the pool you've drown in.
Choking on air that has lost its feeling,
As you slowly dance in possession of our liquid devil.
Found broken on the hardwood floor,
Muttering nonsense to unforgiving eyes,
Crying out for help to arms that never came,
For comfort is a luxury; Torture is their game.
