The swirling of commotions that disturb the balance |
Secrets... Our deception; your lies; tries to keep the darkness inside... The madness of the worlds wim and the cages of their minds continue to keep the half... the other side... The tears... Uncried; untold; kept within the fire's burn... The sorrows of the angels and pains of the depths defend the barrier... the wall of heart and mind... Words... unheard; unspoken; challenge the right of rights.... The knifes of the wrath and razors of childish blades blaze deep into the souls of our whole... it engraves... The Shadows... my mind; their eyes; faithfully turning towards what the blind cannot see... The savor of lost souls and demons of enclosed crafts cover the faults with darkness... with ash... Pleasure... So delicious; your torture; tempting the eternal innocence... Of pains seen and truths unbelieved does it swallow light's moral values... it feeds.... Grow, grow on child of this womb; of this digust and filth. Feed upon the unaware, the naive, and cold... The blind side of the life and the shadow upon their door gaining the sweet creams and paste of blood... of pain... of sin... of madness... of tratior tears turning minds and burning wraths on our heart's cheeks! There is no going home where savors are true; made of ascending greatness and flowing wings... We are the deserted... the outcast of such fantasies... the soft spoken thrown into the pits of Hell on earth... |