Sweet flow of crimson crysallis,
nurturing and breeding, loving, conceeded.
Taste the flow of the nectar that runs through us
humid and thick, viscous and dark
How does it taste upon those rosey lie stained lips.
How does it feel upon that tongue of a traitor's mouth
Is this what you wanted to see,
So beautiful and vibrant
So healthy and cherished
Facades are the tools of the decadents.
They build mirror images like apparition in your eyes
draining deep your sucor from the grail that held the life
bitting down in vigor upon the bread that held the soul
life feeds on life
feeds upon the negativity of sin stained spirits
and heartless beasts.
As death was told as a bone white haze
the hopes of this young lie in a troubled grave.
and from another's love has he been estranged
burried alone, by treachery's gaze
Let the grace be given to redeem the folly
let light be granted to steal your black heart.