P.X. Vexxus

Hurt

  Dripping despair clings to strangled emotion

Pools of crimson flow through empty streets

Silent hatred stabbing from cloaked sadness

Frozen shackles bound to worthless feet



Alone in a forgotten room of fear

Moss hanging from structured torment

Powdered dust consuming the air

Sparked happiness disappears



Broken and shattered

Torn and shaken

Crumbled and fallen

Rising to heaven