"Your gross fabrication of pretext could bore. Yet still I fall victim from syntax and omitted. Just shy of something I could understand. So blissful, I press on to the sound of the organs Playing their most convincing tunes As they serenade to the parade of paid off parts. And the only thing left to discuss Is the details of this armistice. We’ve come to this agreement…"
Exhumation of a tomb Evil haunted catacomb Rotten corpse covered in dust Drained arteries in rust Bring a saw, cut off an arm Necrophilia has its charm Molestation of the dead Fucking with a cut-off head
Smell the decomposed stiff Erosion of life God awful horrid sniff Strikes as lethal strife
"Left the only worries I had in my hands, away from the light in my eyes. Holding tight and try not to hide how I feel, 'cause feelings mean nothing. Now all those feelings, those yesterday's feelings will all be lost in time. But today, i've wasted away for today is on my mind. I can't get away, i've been feeling so lonely, breaking apart of this love in my heart."
"I am but a farce, a satire of stability insecurity is an uphill battle it's me versus the world the shore still starves for another novel of my shipwrecked being tied up, dried alive still breathing the sands of time for me are running out" ~Suffocating sight --Trivium