my fragments

Well played... piano
music insist being loud,
inside the maimed darkness of my hapiness
crimson tears... then softly diving into chaos
my core roten as the world i deny to face,
the falling pieces... of the gods face
are maimed once again into the speed of my pain,

corrosive breath... heavy rain... and a made of sand-mad god
babtizing my pain with anesthetic rage...
there is no hell is just my burning paradise once again...
my rusted tongue... and a body made from glass
that nailed me once again into my babies thought
soft and rought like the eternal sleep