Hell's sunset

Trees with depressing reflections
heart-warming skies
to show affections
waiting for my count at noon
whispers too long
so come by soon
the sinners lanscape i look upon
beauty with it's propaganda
saints, now all gone
passing time is now to much
alone i face
in evils dust like such
sickly and weak the cupids smile
poison arrows
a new heart on death's pile
St Valentine, where is he?
my count in the sunset
saving me from the sea