sacrilege of mothers torment, the bite of a blade cuts so light and swift on skin...
my troubled mind of sin, a blast of cold air within, veins blackened with oxygen...
absent minded and in some kind of beautiful daze, a praise for the tree smoke haze...
orange skies on fire, scent of broken days, staring at the brightest stars gaze...
privilege of life fades, flows and ebbs between consciousness and where sisters weep...
where even the devil eats his words and desires salvation but cant find what he seeks...
and i look outside to find the answers i already have inside, the storm remains calm...
a foolish gesture of pride, but all aside, the thickening of blood pools on my palm...
wrists twist so gently, the pain travels intensely, the silent screams of exorcisms...
the beating of my heart, pounding in my brain, life has taken her latest victim...

-a brief moment of regret-

unveil my eyes, darkened by the allure of she so impure...
either she or i whose insecure, a burden too heavy to endure...
to own the world or rather find a place to embrace rejection...
and while the mirror does not see, she accepts my reflection...
under the sweet veil of female, the bitter harshness hides...
like mixed drinks and cocktails, to conceal her evil vibes...
and we both see like blind men do, led by pure inhibitions...
be my eyes or be against me, who will lead our twisted vision?...

-veiled-