A breath of darkness

an existance painted in thriving red

a crown of ivy

and she danced...

the branches trying to catch her

with desirous, clawing dead love

and she tranced...

morbid tales fill her sarcophagus

...midnight...



a timeless crown on the neverworld duchess

dancing she comes to the storm

slithering from the dark of her soul

to the night of the day

bleeding in games

for tomorrow they come to drown her

too long has she had this reign

and the dukes all present their gallant hands

for this, the last drain

a white bedroom lost in thought

of the serpents entwined in yesterdays labyrinth

a semen spell in the cauldron red

starts to bleed a new game

for tomorrow they come to bound her

but this they have always done

and she laughs at their gallant mucus hands

for their night never comes

a white bedroom lost in thought

of the serpents entwined in yesterdays labyrinth

a semen spell in cauldron red

starts to bleed a new game

starts to bleed...