With this noose in my hand,
I pray to command, the pain to cease.

With the blood that flows down,
I offer you my, crimson crown.

Beg for forgiveness, even though it won't get you anywhere.
Drowning in turmoil, putrid, your face and the air.

So we kneel, flesh to stone.
Blood to lips, promises sewn.
Taking over you, was like finding me, the strength to be vigilant without animosity.

Surrender to pieces, pain is not your weakness.
Remember the faces on your walls

Dark serenity.

Catacomb of the mind, dying thoughts through seconds of time.
Guardian over the Darkness in my heart.

Cold I remain, dissected, all the same.
I don't want to be like you.

No hierophant can claim, my burdens and my shame only make me stride farther.

Her eyes which left the traces on my anatomy, carving me, making me, real again.
I face her in the light, her spirit full of spite.

No malice can compare, to what I have been feeling here..
Like ice the veins, her words are the same.

Burning, but so erotic. Taunting and hypnotic.

Pale skin, com bust into flames.
Recycle your memories, manifest hate.

End to all embellishments.
All remains is the lingering scent of decay.

I wish you would realize

Through the shadows is the only way.

Dark Serenity.

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