The crown of venomous silence

In motionless agony I provide the banquet of torments
With tears unbridled to wash my wounds clean… I fade
Incessant silence crowns my every word

Are memories but delusions whereby the past claims rebirth?

Upon the starless canvas the tempest of disease I unfurl
Lugubrious wails from this reminiscence be torn
Pouring scarlet with my name inwrought
Besmears the altar as I quiver underneath the dagger
… so dear is the hand that strikes with continuous cruelty

Within this new calm newfound nakedness I posture my misery
With mournful laments disgorged upon the barren soil of sanity
Perdition calls…
I follow its voice…