Fury

Art stains my fingers
I lie here dormant
Soft music, dead singers.
Choked the songs in their throat
Tongues hang from the ceiling
Whispering secrets as they float
Of a time long ago
A silent curse
Of distorted dreams
Merged in your scent
And colours that paint me.
Make love to the dead,
The occult dance
Will set you free.
Their glassy eyes
Like bloodied jewels, gleam
And pierce through your lies
Through the facade that hides
Something vile, something deep
It's amazing to behold
The lion rip through the dress
Stretch the fabric, threads of red
Bitter secrets of the past
Where time sleeps
And nothing lasts  
And fires of hell
Roar back to the sky  
Where the fallen shall rise
With their twisted minds
And silent cries
When wings of the night
Will spread and take flight
I will be  
Unchained,
Unmasked,
Unleashed.