I went to write 1000 words about a Sunday dream
Inside these romantic shaded walls...

Where is my soul?
Shards of agony pierced in the flesh of today...

Upon melodies carried by chariots
Sweeping steadily towards the lonesome stars...

Locks of red wine hair, bones brittle
Smile tainted by despair...

A putrid moon separates the skies like a rotten...
Exiled from a lonely hole in the ground...

Rounded edges lonely roads
Collapsing caskets and mortal masks to wear...

An ocean of tears floods from shallow desire
Portions of madness...

Winters only glimmering eclipse
Dawning another disregarded melody...

Raped in fanatic desperation
Shallow descent into the lonely cold...

Suspended admission in perpetual desire
Tomorrow's malnourished design forever unwinds...