Crimson and Waste

Forbidden words sting like crimson and lace;
Echoing through time and space.
The realms of the unknown collide within;
Melting hearts of death and sin.
Spoken times of the undead;
Rebels and saints waiting to be fed.
Release the hounds into the night.
Conquer them; death held tight.
Mercy reigns in light of day;
Walk on with nothing to say.
Wear the mark of lust and hate.
Feel the beat; clear the slate.
Yelled obscenities punch like silver and gold;
Piercing the means of breaking even or fold.
The visions of men and women fall;
All's lost so what's the call?
Faded dreams of laugh and cry;
Make way for the do or die.
It all goes back to crimson and waste;
Hollowed out for smell and taste.

February 3, 2011