Black river I cross, Salt trails across the grave. Piercing my deepest wounds. Serpents temptation guiding me, Black sharp talons engrave my birt…

I raise my glass To the clock tower That mocks my birth Counting my timeline Enrages my soul

Beyond the cold and shiny Crystal realms of pain Beyond everything Everything what’s insane beyond the graveyard

Strangers say I am too nice But I am not My family looks at me Like I am happy

I can’t shake this feeling It haunts me in my dreams Intense pain of nausea overwhelms… Slumbering unconsciously In the abyss of my mind

In many tales it came cloaked and shrouded in black Awaiting the moment With no haste To take thy soul back

Engulfed in flames within The crackling embers Of her bones shake Within this mortal tomb Her anger wake

Morning America Welcome to hell Where mortal souls Give into sinful pleasures Poverty abundance

Cold and dreary Pain held inside One match of hope Brightens the room In the corner of my eyes

In the time you’ve come to know The toll of time Ticks at the bell And reveals itself to you From the pain of darkness

Salt covered trails  That dug deep into the soles  Of my feet Burn and stung like knives  Causing them to bleed

Lips around my finger Sirens playing my silence I am descriptive Deranging... Feeling this is insecure