I watched the walls collapse.. Beneath a hollow shell of lies.. Worn paper-thin and stained in black.. Fell beneath the fading light.. The shards that penetrate..
Her touch intoxicating. She holds my heart within her hands. Unmerciful. She has become my everything. . Kissed with broken glass. The softest touch will penetrate.
From grace she fell beneath the ashes. That forced her to her knees. Cut her open wide. . To bleed her body dry of feeling. The wounds will form no scars.
The Agony Scene. Procession. . The stench of the hopeless and wounded.. The cries that escape from the of depths of regret.. Your bleeding mass in procession..