His lips carry the scent of tongues tasting razorblades. So depraved, driven to blow icicle kisses into her inflamed purity as the sun dies. This is the result of a heart-shaped obsession. A hope to beg for sleep now, for he has stolen her mouth. A well-earned reward for misguided love. These eyes leave no impression. One has joined the never was. A wretched goodbye impales. Nothing that stays was ever gold. These raindrops become her fingernails tearing out my throat so that I may never speak another sound that would cause her pain. A lonely branch pleadingly grasps its last decaying leaves all in vain. Grieving, it casts them away. Finding solace in the love given by a corpse. The scratching under the mattress drives them all insane. No, not again, no, not again. We dance to the rhythm of a crashing ambulance. And our kiss runs rampant in an IV syringe. Offer him the dead again. Sacrifice the sacrificed. Invoke the blackest evil. Spit on the angel s halo. Chew the flesh where her wings once were.

To the one who forever sleeps,
I have stolen your eyes.
Filled the abyss with petals and failed words
And lost myself inside

Her scarlet resignation infests the air tonight like the antagonist of this tale once did. He has gone on to drain the world dry of all its glory by bringing soil upon the last remaining light. His lips were made to sever all purity. His tongue was formed to speak of darkness unto sterile ears. His hands were crafted to avenge the wrongs done to him. His soul exists to shift blood to tears.

CAST OUT THE FORSAKEN ONES.
SHOWER THE LAND WITH THE BLOOD OF THOSE WHO WEEP.
SOIL AND PILLAGE BEAUTY INTO COMA.
RIVERS OF HUMAN FLESH RUN DEEP.

Goodbye will forever be impaled on temporary shinings of blood

It ends tonight with your blood on my hands.