Burning sand smothering fumes. Rotting to the core. Twines gripping shards of fantasy. Screaming forever more. molten rock slipping through cold fingers. Laughing parody. Last nail in the coffin. Blatant Travesty of tragedy.

Phantom lilies crawling in dust. Shadows of loom surging forth. Hidden treasures crystallize frost. Gnawing at flesh of all mankind.
Pure is the sin that harbours blood. Flowing to ease the hate.
Blessed are the memoirs of life itself. Behold there is a new morrow to come........

Feathers of hidden treasure found in dust
Gathering the hopes of tomorrow wrapped in lust
Crying in solitude for death of a soul
Searching for softness in masked up roles.
Pity the game of destitute desire
Burnt in cravings of wild fire.

Screeching sounds to smother life.
Chains cutting through the flesh...
Dragging the litany of madness.
Darkest desires in the hole...
Heights of idiocrises causing pain.
Snatching the soul within ..... waiting for harmony......

Rising above the hail into the garbs of mercy.
Surrendering souls to misery....the warmth of passionate curse...
Exhaling fumes of hate loathing in self pity
Creeping behind the freezing smiles....the agony...the pain...much worse...