lights out

I vandalize my temple,
I hear my requiem roam.
My dreams are on a pedestal,
my synopsis in a tomb.
The sheer strike of my marble stone
has shaken me from within.
A light shower in my plane,
the intrigue seems akin.
A razor is deepened in my vain;
A savage spiking through.
No blood appears on my skin..
I doubt that this is true.
Despite being cautious
the roof fell on my head.
I fight some obnoxious
mechanisms that trigger death.
The priestess of my mayhem
the mistress of my Hades' love:
My devious spirit stands aloof
from the legacy of this dawn
The path is suicidal
but life is our demise
Immortalized hopes to cross
the bridge when the self dies
This charming idiosyncrasy
is magnifying my might
A well-wrought spell of a sorceress
may turn my black to white.