The Tastelessness of Betrayal and The Ruined Wreckage of Autumns Sweet Lullabies Singing Me Softly To The Pits Of Despair and The Secrets They Keep Within Their Deceitful Hearts of Agony
the hands of despair have taken their toll within the ruined walls of my hollow chest
with a heart and smile that only mimics and mocks my every last breath
and veins to fuel a dismal display of thousand pieces of a broken promise in rest
buried in hope that the grave cannot contain despair even despite it's death
i know the truth cannot be taken from the hearts of the godless
and I fear i may be one in the hollows of hell that have only lived to die
with the heart of a wretch still begging for your forgiveness
which only leaves the burning question in my heart of hearts as to why
my thoughts have led me to this ruined chapel of ignorance again
but in the midst of the chaotic refuge of lies I clung to there
i know the hope that plagues my every bone out lives the end
and that the grave cannot contain death even despite despair.
