Comedy of gods

Smiling faces
Murderous gazes
The stylish savoir-faire
Of a pompous assassin

In minds that rot away
In pacing decay
Sin, delightful and warm
Wine of the damned soul
Wandering in stupor

Walls, cold and unforgiving
Drink my blood
Mockingly

Solitude's arms
Stretch far indeed
In strangling embrace

Like petals of nothingness

The tragedy of the lovesick
In passionate distance
A comedy of gods
Blinded by arrogance

Singing
Of fire and flesh
They take us in their arms