Truth be told
i have not said
less than what
has left me dead.

Every wave
a drop of red
splashing shade
vermillions wet.

Companion thou hast never met,
must be freed out of my head.
But for that first i must invite,
thee inside this trembling mind.

Doors only shut,
never locked.
Needs hardly keys
to be wrought.

Lore slowly floods
with each thought.
Fills each crevace;
n' caveat.

Truth be told
i have not said
less than what
has left me dead.

Falling through
each veil of dread.
I arrive
at Amentet.

Here i may rest
for a while.
Art of chiburi
from the vile.

I'll not confess
at this trial.
Instead dance and jest
with Belial.