Pray to the torment,
God of the seal of
chains in the flesh and knives in the skin,
bloodstained god
kneels before burnings waves,
in the war torn sky
from plummeting mouth of a beast of hate,
Screams in its fury
rage
wrath
roaring
relentless red and
writhing, rends the soul
Slither, shiver, sliver of
Spirit snared in jaws of depthless black
(.S.P.I.T.E.)
Passion
quenched by the tears of
One left behind with a broken sword
as the Hand turns, restless, fractured and, lifeless white,
Dreams of a murmur
trapped between crystal claws
Sealed away
in a tomb of glass.
(Transgression.)
Ignite,
Stars - souls of myriad solitude,
flawed core, burst,
sanguine clouds torn,
Metal
creep from corners of the tainted sky
let me rest here
let me rest here
lest I fear...
infernal sacrifice
locked back, cocked back immersed in
Hell
Does it ask for a saviour
No
did it ask for hope
No
it wishes
Wishes
No
(Worthless)
Fettered
bettered by the sin of wishing nothing more
Coward, I, the one who kneels,
Coward, I, the one who feels,
Coward, I, who gave my all
and
Bound myself not to see him fall -
(wretched)
he who waits at the end of the whispered path
for a man too weak to follow in his tread
