I guess the satanic angel lost her wings,
There are rumors that the apocalypse is about to...

Hatreds portal to a place deep within,
Dispose the deserts chill...

The grave shook,
Quake from hell...

Sinking back into my tombstone,
Anticipating deaths voluptuous kiss...

What is poetry,
A story, A fantasy...

I’ll love you forever and always,
All I hear is white noise...

Stepping-stones of glass,
Lay broken at my feet...

Diamonds are falling down,
The ground glimmers like your lips...

I just need to touch you once more,
Before you leave here...

The virus spreads through,
Slowly crucifying with contact...

When you feel like cutting away the emotion,
Ridding the pain with something more soothing...

All of them my angels,
Who guide me with their words...