Lightless womb, eternal vibration.
Meaningless illusions, the self forsaken.
Don't resist the darkness, for there is beauty at its core.
Burn in thy own flame, and become the ash that births!
Comforting chains, terrifying freedom.
The fountain deep, in this heart of passion.
Lie once, and I will question everything.
In the space between thoughts,, my angel burns.
Like a scarab on its back I outlived you.
The blood moon no longer bleeds,
but the scarlet rose still sings.
Horror and ecstacy peel the layers.
I weep and I wail.
A lament became a dirge.
In fiery bliss.
The ash that births!
In your deepest philosophy dreamt.
I fear only myself.