Venom in veins
this poison of perpetual rain
A pool of lust
blinding insanity’s sane

Winged it towers
above the faith of them
so bitter the flower
of forgotten sin

footsteps follow
behind the wake of stumble
draining whole in hollow
until void then crumbles

less than real
but more than false
bleeding creation
through lost pulse

In memory they weep
lost in trance
in sorrow they keep
forever in dance