The Blackened Rainbow Of The Wicked

Standing in the shadows of souls forsaken
Soft hands grasp a jagged, rusty blade

I can still hear the echoing of his nails scraping across my heart as it crumbled
Smoking in his palm..

(Fingers itch behind his back)

"Come, my friend.."
Whispers a sinister smirk curling from his snarling lips
The sweet smell of his chloroform words numbing my senses

& I crawl
(reluctant)
On my knees..
(trembling)

My hands pierced with shattered glass
On a dark path
Filled with the stench of a deserted sanctuary in his eyes

& I'm counting the seconds...
Until my bleeding ears go deaf
From the hemorrhaging of his unconscious embryonic mind

Enter: The festering desolation of my descent
As I plunge into the gallows of my despair
& swim through the decaying corpses of my regret