Sweetest Heart

The nails blood trail as another falls from scriptures

call.

And even beasts bow in defeat at the summons of the

fall.

This feeling crushes reason like the dark insight.

While the sun to scared to rise is burning from inside.

Alive, the dark insight. Nothing cannot die.

This time you forced it open, to see ruined our ancient

muses.

Nothing can be as sacred as the fight.

For your life in this night vampiric spirits shift in

sight.

A darkened gloom pulls down the room but the moon

it seems so fucking bright.

In my mind the light it binds my sight to visions of

forgotten rites.

Where in there was something no one could deny that the

flames

would burn my soul.

Time takes it's toll, death unfolds.

As a right, as the the light limits that in plain

sight.

The coming cold forever yearning to be told amongst the

desperate

masses cries.

Their gutted lullabies. their meaning has but died.

Now it's dampened the hue you can't see through.

When worshiped in two the

daemon's die to. Though the pieces seems alike.

Never enough,

never to rough the thrust of the blood, the cut of the

touch.

Trapped in dark and sacred pleasures yet nurtured at

birth and born of the

Earth.

Wait, I know this pain isn't OK.

It reeks of decay but deep in the dirt the fire still

burns.

Bled dreams lost and obscene. Visions of lust and

hatred.

No one screams nothing can be when hope and light are

wasted.

Grow untold a flower of poisoned laughter knowing not

where to find her

I succumb to the one feeling burning inside.