Darkness surrounds the deep ocean of eyes, a show for the weak in which power is displayed for the enjoyment of all. Pain as a sound of laughter screaming through the halls of terror, closing in and locking the free soul into a prison of love. Pink bars and gold locks. The taste of it all, the bitter bite of blood rotting in the corpse of the perfect host. Anger deep inside consumes the cages while organs rattle and beg for forgiveness. The smoke getting heavier and the vision became foggy. Oh how the mighty have fallen and the taste has spoiled. Who wouldve thought a fruit from the tree of paradise could cast poison onto the awaiting queen. The sparkles fade from her and her eyes roll into spikes stained with ****** love. Blinded and misguided the eyes drop. The soul crawls to the forgotten circles only to be unaware of sound. Deaf. Deaf to reason and purpose so the skeleton crawled. Screams and shouts of the subconscious chanting Reveal thyself do not **** thyself. Bleed tears and smell the fears. Shake. Shake with terror and look upon the horror of the flesh. Rotten to the core and pink with need. Thy sweet pearl has started to form, thy sweet center ready to rain. Let the skin cascade over the bones, let the skeleton crawl out the closet. Watch as the color darkens and the corpse remain empty. Watch. Watch the beautiful curves of the horizon as you hope to kiss the bud. Blossom. Rise my flower for you must no longer crawl. Cry my beloved because your soul is lost to all.