Light drips
on a gothic dark portrait
Bringing sour warmth
to a lonely dark night

Over the screams of silence
lay the burdens of truth
Upon the bodies which lay
beside shrines forgotten

Purity within darkness
grows sadder each moment
Manifesting what was
into what now is lost

Empty glares
forget their owners
As the world spins
into a meaningless collage

Misery approaches
in her post-angelic dress
Bringing fear and compassion
to those left to rest

Forgiveness and Understanding
will never make themselves present
In the rusted hearts of those
left hidden and forgotten

The morbid painting
drenched in the blood of its owners
Rests easy
in the legacy of those passed

While specters remain restless
The distant sound of tears crashing
Gently drowns that
of a glass heart shattering