See the moon above you
Look how black it slowly bleeds
Smell the skies of fire
Choked with souls who plead
Know this is your awakening
For the soil is dense with bones
Your flesh I fed my darkened bird
Who's eyes of death forever roam
Drink from this crimson river
You must feed your souls desire
Awaken your spirit in blindness
For darkness is deaths attire
M.M ©2012
Jan 3, 2012
Jan 3, 2012 at 8:45 PM UTC
See the moon above you
Look how black it slowly bleeds
Smell the skies of fire
Choked with souls who plead
Know this is your awakening
For the soil is dense with bones
Your flesh I fed my darkened bird
Who's eyes of death forever roam
Drink from this crimson river
You must feed your souls desire
Awaken your spirit in blindness
For darkness is deaths attire
M.M ©2012
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