
| A Dozen Furies For A Dozen Crimes
Author: The Anarchist Abendroth Two nights ago a bullet blew its way through my head... One night ago I rose up out of the soil born anew
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Drama - Words: 304 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 11-01-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2269921
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Two nights ago a bullet blew its way through my head
I crawled to my casket, my body made of lead
The eternal sunshine has shut itself away
Bringing Tartarus's night to what used to be day
And every day I lose ground as you lose face
Clipped my burnt wings, another fall from grace
My world remains akin to the bottomless Void
My Black Earth deprived of anything humanoid
Dark, this old heart
I feel it chilled inside of me
Torment, heaven-sent
I feel it raped inside of me
Night, trumps the light
Darkened inside of me
Asylum gowns, please pin me down
For the chains no longer hold me...
Through the day, I suffered as a mime
Waiting patiently for my breath to find the time
To return to me, as it should
So that I may return to do what I would
Dusty winds have blinded the Fates
And this black key has opened the gates
To a bitter paradise I prefer to have lost
That I will bury again at any cost
Sharp, it cuts apart
The bleeding heart inside of me
Suffer, to build a buffer
Blocked thoughts inside of me
Dark Eden, lost children
Haunting eyes inside of me
Asylum gowns, please pin me down
For the chains no longer hold me... STILL!
One night ago I rose up out of the soil born anew
I know what I need and I don't need you
If a shut mouth and silence is golden
Then I'm a scratched copper chest left wide open
Out of my dark tissue comes the dreaded Erebus
A moral man's Prudence no match for murderous Incubus
As he taints Aether the sickly light allows you to see
In the end of our time you're all DEAD TO ME!
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