Death (is near)

The stars,
bloody and burning.
Falling into the pit of darkness,
I stand alone.
Forsaken.
Abandoned.

A song tainted with lies,
screaming and dying.
I weep with delight,
the birth of the moon.
Angered.
Tortured.

Army of demons,
praying and reaching.
The sun melts into dust,
i bleed again.
Broken.
Bounded.

Forget the angels,
trace the hexagram.
I hide in fear,
salvation is dead.
Lost.
Formidable.

Light the black candle,
angered beyond mortal desire.
To the ones that destroyed me.
Death.