Share not the conviction of innocence that curses the irrelevant,
Obliterated by the unfaithfulness of the imagination,
Incensed by the tranquility of apparitional aggression's,
Which manifests itself in the misguided memories thereof...
Wanton disregard for the damnation of the eternal abyss,
Buried deep within the treasures which died in a thousand lives,
Yet soars through the infinite darkness of an evil galaxy,
Only to be torn apart by the shadows of time...
The beast consumes the chastised arrogance of the withered mind,
The challenge of reason to communicate a mistaken identity feigned,
Cryptic images develop like shadow puppets on the wall,
Nevermore aware of the tears that fall like demonic rain...
Pressed tragically against the walls of the blackened flesh of your lips,
Surrounded by a Gothic World defined only by those who know,
Rage deciphered only by the indignation you created,
And the final wrathfulness secretes from your damaged soul...
Turbulence defines the unstableness of human emotion,
Misguided transitions, an enigma of the insensitive,
Insanity to wit the irony of the masses without fail,
Confined to the crypts in darkness and indemnity...
Through the dark halls resonating of infinity,
Triumphant in the carnage of knowledgeable sanctions,
An endless moment that eliminates the strings of evolution,
Into a transformational prism that takes an ultimate toll on civilization...
And as the journey descends on the depths of hell,
Resentment challenges the desecration of the soul,
Dominated by societies misunderstanding of the eternal darkness,
The final execution communicates the desire for their return home...
