Formosus Fiction.

In the darkness, within these scream filled prisons. I wander from broken cells.

Bitter tears stain cracked walls and pulsating chains weep blood from somewhere above.

Eternal sadness, forgotten hate. They haunt every cold breath this freak takes.

Yet light shines beyond the lost doors, a savior chases evil phantoms into nothingness.

Her face wreathed in hope, she finds me alone with evil...only to tell me its alright.

Fear rises from my dreams and I hide again in old caustic shadows.

She finds my dying soul, her touch stills my wet eyes. Her lips lull my scars away from woe.

Who is this dear stranger... who dares to love such as I, and when must that love die?

Her eyes are empty of judgment. Her heart desperate to save this poisoned mind.

I don't believe this snow-less fate. A blooming dawn to keep a shattered night......

I awake to the howling sins, curled upon the frozen tombs. Back within these burning mazes.

She wasn't real.... a peace of formosus fiction, a sick hope from a torn essence.

Never will I be saved. For I am every grayed out terror, your nethermost sorrow.

I used to be someone. Now I crawl under my loneliness and wait in my hell for the water to grow cold......