Crypt. Ashes. Altar. Hell.

A graveyard crypt
Tolling fire within,
A shadow sits alone
Burying himself in the Earth;
The funeral bells ring,
Singing his last breath.

Howling winds
Blow away his ashes
Releasing his pain to the world;
His was a lonely face
That people passed by
Forgetting his name.

He was a black rose
In a garden of red,
The lonely wanderer
On a path of discovery;
His broken bones
Placed on a broken altar.

Skies tore apart
Bleeding
Sending hell to Earth;
His anger destroyed,
Ripped apart life,
Driven by manic laughter.