Saturday, 1 January 2005

Under the oak
innocence tainted
fair faced smile
her body so fluent
an angels portrait
heaven sent
the bringer of faith

her image is haunting
a voice of pure light
adorningn her in all ways
but she doesnt see
the dream that could be
she flew into his filthy arms


he burned with insanity
for only her love
one touch from her lips
but that scene he saw
on that eerie night
awakened his fear

a rose so forlorn
for all on display
his beautiful whore
on the cross of deceit

the cries never heard,
violent rupture's in blood
a scenery bathed in sin
furious delirium
designed in frail hate
piercing trough life's embrace

brutal masacre

bringing
vengeance
fallen
insane
posssesed
by hate
craving
their death

slaughter everywhere
he stands alone
still forever they lay
as one
under the oak

Posted by nicrophorus at 8:27 AM PST

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