Albi

Fallen into the sound of alibis I wonder along the darkest hour
Of poison spread unto my feet ,where death assures that six feet
from where I stand life lies weaken from flesh too bone unto
a hail of beauty where the wicked taste of whispers chased
Me along the murder that I ponder on into the death of heavens
Reper !!fore I Sang in the chords as if the violins were a subliminal
neuse choking the alibi from my hands as deuce beckons the pious
with the picture painted stigmata along my stance as I bleed the taste of death with  my plot reading six foot I lay,,my flesh roted,my breaths
Foul,yet you read that murder is my alibi as in the simple hour I poison
The breath of you!!!