In the graveyard,
of mist and stone...

You will never understand the nature of my...
These enigmatic eyes form the skeleton smile of...

Dented eyes in inane memories of childhood fears,
immobilizing scars of my fabricated tears...

Burn bleed,
scar me...

Burn my soul,
above the hands of death...

Silhouette of broken fragility,
hides in the silent whisper of the night...

Plethora of lies estranged from the insipid stare...
taunting my tender sentiments and our porcelain...

Sordid karma for her blasphemy,
sculpt these delusions that she has seen...

Gremlin lines of obscured heresy,
whispered in the muted abyss of tortured lips...

A song smeared with the rigid ache of a stagnancy,
blinded by the blissful damage in a euphoric...

Die slay,
watch me...

Your complacent ego masked with prudent vanity,
watching me with a icy glare of your eyes...