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..
Wrists are severed. The deepest cuts are traced in red. So beautiful. The separation of her flesh. From the razor. Feeling a pain she's never known. Like broken glass.
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..
Abandoned broken and bleeding. A feast for their eyes a spectacle. A murder of the forsaken. A scapegoat for their suffering. Burn me alive x2. I feel the hatred behind their eyes.
I am the ever-forsaken. Bastard child of your disease. Your dead and abandoned. Strung up for all of you to see.. Naked and screaming. So beautiful, profane. The essence of bleeding, the scars that bear my name. I am the hatred incarnate. I am the chocked and dying screams. I am the sickness inside you longing for... This is the hate that surrounds you. Pray for the endless touch of death. Now burning inside you. I am the scars of your disease..
A sickening display, a scar for every line. The beauty and the pain of total agony. These lacerations, the stench of slow decay. It desecrates, making beautiful profane.
To be young and to be pure and to be bold. Only to rise one way to the strength. On way to perceive our sacrificial tendencies. These were the gifts provided by our statured gods.
I bleed this blasphemy, this sin that courses through my veins. It burns beneath the scars of my decay. This suffering, These fingers claw against my flesh. I pray for this touch that takes away my breath. I pray for death..