Realtà in fiamme

Shameless.. raging, shameless fires.

    Weary....drunken souls, grow lower...they tire..

    Captivated...trapped within the flames..

    Frozen by the smouldering skies, thine eyes to blame...

    Incantations, whispering aside, soulless rise..

    Granted...the walls fade..yet, they listen in attentive ways.. visualized

    Craving... burning, and heated..

    The roses give way.. thorns mistreated

   

    Touching humanity... poisoned by its sting..

    Only for the sun to be a glistening death on wings....

    Crafting attentiveness...

    Crushing the beauty we found...with vile appeals... nonetheless

   

    Left without that...drunken luminescence...

    Once more! Sunk into the Gastly presence..

   

    Thick with death, and weakness, like a plague.

    Borish days of vague..

    Caught in the cross fires of Humanity, and its failures..

    Drowning in the blood, I've used to write another page, in the cursed book of wailers..

   

    Sin dripping down the pages..

    Burned into the paper of ages.

   

    Invigorating... repulsive... calling..

    Scream... scream..and shatter...leave the falling..

    Craft upon the skies, and satisfy the urge

    Allow this burned world to feast upon the surge..

   

    Leave...and quite forget the moment..

    The drowning suns as they dance, upon the waters and roam it..

    Give way to the sparks..the gasping stars.

    Rave to the beautifying nears and fars..

   

    Trapped within the pastures of lies..the poisoned continues to writhe...

    Grieve, and seethe in the twilight hours

    Groan and dive beneath the wilting flowers

   

    Drown, and forgive..the undying supernova.

    Fret no more, and slumber in the hemlock ridden coma.