1. WARM THOUGHTS OF WARFARE

The waking hour of scarlet warfare, I will fight for you.
Our blood will wash away.
Their skin will crack and peel in a thousand fires.
We will break every bone, we will crush them all to dust.
An attempt so frivolous to save your life.
Watch you hit the sanguine ground like autumn leaves.
With each nail driven you drift away.
This somber burial is a calamity.
Rise from your casket and kiss new breath from me.
To those who can't behold your fading moonlight beauty radiating from your precious eyes, a tender gaze.
Never witnessing an instance when you held time still forever in your matron hands.
Rise from your casket revive this effigy.
New life will feed your starving lungs.
New blood will surge through collapsed arteries, and I'll hold you through it all.


2. FORGING A FUTURE SELF

Please cut this noose.
Untie these hands for me.
They will insurrect my former self.
Hide behind your failed design.
Perfect its imperfections.
I'll carry out the plans of old.
I'll dig through the remains of my ruins.
Unearthing something truly remarkable once hidden by your opaque heart.
I..ll carry out plans of old.
Digging through the remains of my ruins.
From this day forth, your love will poison no longer.
A strange suffocation, enticing existence.
It..s comforting, the artificial life.
A ghostly bliss without your kiss.
Never grasping what you've hoped for.
Your translucent hands pass through the sunlight.
You..ll never feel that loving glow.
Damned to be deprived of the blissful warmth of heaven.
As you dissipate into the shadows.


3. ISOLATION THEORY

So this is loneliness.
I..ve grown too fond of this.
Now I thirst for loveliness, to drink its beauty.
I'll never fill my cup if I can't
seem to free my frozen heart.
Torturous veins tangle this body.
A scream of anguish, silenced by the distancing to anyone.
So this is loneliness.
I know this all to well.
Wrap me in your wings of amity.
Torturous veins tangle this body.
A scream of anguish, silenced by the distancing to anyone.
Isolation is a four letter word.
Through my bloody hands I see my heart reach the ground.
No one is there to pick it up from the floor.


4. FINGERS LIKE DAGGERS

Your feminine fingers are like daggers.
Tearing me apart, with each caressing stroke.
My scars unravel cruel history.
Our love was stab wounds and lusty kisses.
In your eyes I see wasted tears for wasted years, and heartache, heartfelt for granted.
You left me with nothing but the desire to overcome.
This gaping wound from where you stole my vital organ.
But keep it with you, a trophy for yourself.
Still you linger for another gaze.
Die away from me.
I won..t stand by while you plague the air with your lies and deception.
My shirt stained crimson, from long nights of anguish.
These scars are forever, but this won't be eternity.
You wash away guilt in the oceans of my tears.
I will drown you.