Stained sentiment

I brought thee orchids in a moment of death
To impregnate their scent upon thy final breath.
Your sparkling eyes are wrapped within insanity
A stained portrait of our shattered clarity.

Sapphire teardrops pour down the withered face
Of thy angel fallen from the purest grace
And as demons enslave your soul that you dread
You wish for nothing more than being dead.

A world of mischief lead by kings you abhor,
Manipulated minds are rising more and more
Above the illuminated ones – a battle of deceit
Where peace and harmony will never meet.

Close thy blinded eyes for you wish not to see
All that lives today and that’s killing thee.
The world is crashing down in crimson rust
And even best of fortresses slowly turn to dust…