In a world weathered frame,
my burning veins can...
enter the dominion leek.
The darkness in me.
The figure of the Mona Lisa
hanging up in my Jesus mausoleum.
The dark world is the light submarine
in the tombs of the living flesh.
That temple is there.
The death in the trees.
Set my darkness free.
In every busy bee.
Stubborn heart,
that hold out wrathful cries.
In the dense of night.
I\'ll still the hatred in
me.
For another death in me.
That is another bones and dust
on my idolatry.
The darkness in me- is the empty shells
collected upon the land.
Dust in man.
Lacuna coil,
to the sacrifice of hers.
Dancing naked in the host of stars
are
birthed from density itself.
Empty shell- walk the chalk line.
Is the retribution to, the liar.
Doom, death and destruction are brethren. Your side
of darkness in me.