Warped confusion twists itself sick
In fate’s insatiable death,
The lashing of abandonment
Pain searing across pale flesh.
We’re dying to take this fear away
And feel the anguish flee
Dripping comfort upon our loneliness
With sympathizing pleas.
A slowly writhing feeling
Against my aching skin
Death pale divine as apathy
From the bleeding wounds within.
Love scarred through with confidence
To rest upon dead grief
Cleanse yourself with blood red tears
And sick reflections of belief.
We feel so damn lonely here,
Crying in our emptiness
Speaking of the pains inside
That discredit all our promises.
I kiss you once to taste the pain
And offer my lost soul
I caress you to recall dead love
And let it take control.
You feel my pain within your life
As I touch your melting face
Spilling grief upon your heart
Inside this lonely place.
This emptiness consumes us whole
As we die just like before
We shouldn’t have to feel this way
Tis fate and she is a whore.
Gehenna 1997
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