First...
A tear dropped in my hand...

"Suffer unto me..."
Break me...

My thoughts are created with inquisitive breath
Thoughts often caused by pain and of death...

I see red...to see the dead
Read from all the books I've read...

Past the dawn into the mysts...
Solitary darkness assists...

Promises fulfilled…
What more can be expected of this falsity...

Ominous are the dark clouds above
Trembling from the vengeful wind...

Poison words to vacant soul
Appearing to mine ears...

Crystal Depths calling me
Glowing auras I can see...

Feel the frothing blood of souls,
Taste the melting rhyme...

Called to fall and known to cause fear
Raped and blood drawn down the coldest tear...

How to explain this feeling inside?
Like being wrapped in plastic...unable to...