Cruelty, it penetrates her spirit
Scorn follows, infused sorrow
A transformation, a conversion into madness
Wicked alteration, a replacement for sanity
It shall be set free

Sermon of passion, hoarded, blurred and sour
Alluring attraction to seize all power
The irrational fear of nothingness takes its leave
And for a moment death itself feared her being
Thus fulfilling the code
Thus amending the core
Thus negating the paradigm design

With pristine force, a curious downwards course
Out of the void, rooted into untreaded soil

"Don't speak, don't utter a single syllable
Don't think, don't matter
Stroke your unhealing wounds"
Desolate, dormant, attached to oblivion
Allmighty nihility, by her spine, flowing strong

She hauled nothing but all
As she dreaded her involvement like a broken thrall
The markings of a dirty guilt ridden fiend
A promise forgotten, a life contravened

Neversensing future, the coming tragedy
Of past sickening aquaintance, the tragic comedy
By misanthropy consumed
In defiance to a crying womb
Caressing the denial and accepting her doom
To which she is immune

Sermon of torment, failure to obey
Amnesic memories with a reversed delay
Licked her lips dry with despair
Cracked by every breath of fresh air
Blackout in the dying daylight
Cursed, abandoned by everyone

Thus killing the star
Thus neglecting the art
Thus rewarded with the blackest of hearts

Frozen in place for more than days
The demons approached
Slowly became the only acclaim for her

They ripped apart her moral senses
Clogged her cells with lunacy
Plotted her vengeance
Set out to feed her greed and selfish philosophies
None are more hopelessly enslaved
than those who falsely believe they are free

What shapes the dark that hides before her?
Everlasting infinite storm
The glare in grief is alive with misery
The existence of her soul deprived of faith
The brilliance of sin engrossed in eternity
All promises depleted, all hope deleted

By savagery taken
In ruthlessness torn
By inhumanity forsaken
Of iniquity born

The victims stood still
And applauded her ill will
They sang her praises
Aware of temptation
Willingly taunting the abyss

Not one silhouette in the darkness
Everywhere, as a borderline harness
A gnawing craving began
Of foolishness created
Full of nothingness within