Feb 7, 2011

Venom of the Fallen

I am the blood that flows

I am the nightmare of the world,

Draining away each drop

Of beauty’s essence before I fall

Drunk on all your lies,

Drunk is the lord of flies,

Absinthe poured into my glass,

Mixed with tears of the spirit that dies…

Drop by drop, I crave to fall,

Step by step I built the wall,

The feelings gone, the mind at rest,

The god waiting for his test...

Sleeping awake each night, a drop more,

Dreaming of the worlds forgotten by the sunshine,

The venom works its way around my soul,

Rotting just a little more everything once held sacred.