Tainted perception, afterimages scream out
Upon the world. Her essence bleeds bleached
From her lips filling the void of silence.
Her pain is upon strings, vengeful melodies
Scream upon the air. Her stick of bone plays
Upon the hairs of those taken with vengeance.
Notes invade the heavens pulling them down
One note at a time, her suffering will be heard
As her soul haemorrhages upon a cold chorus.
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
Tainted perception, afterimages scream out
Upon the world. Her essence bleeds bleached
From her lips filling the void of silence.
Her pain is upon strings, vengeful melodies
Scream upon the air. Her stick of bone plays
Upon the hairs of those taken with vengeance.
Notes invade the heavens pulling them down
One note at a time, her suffering will be heard
As her soul haemorrhages upon a cold chorus.
