Foggy Horror Bliss  

Sickened under the stars, the seraphim
lust I have for you lies under the
foggy bliss of snow.

Judgment of my heart has been set
and I'm guilty of these feelings for the
catalyst that flutters my soul.

Your tormented being is something that
makes me love seeing your broken smile. I
don't like to see you hurt, but I love

I love wrapping my arms around your
beating heart, and I don't feel hollow
any longer.

Pandaemonaeon, in your serpentine smile runs
rampant and free. Your heart has been
healed and you are saved by someone, not me.

In the bliss of the last caress, I hold
you in my arms and farewell no words left
to say.