THE SERVANT OF A MAN CALLED DESPAIR

There's Death.

There is Death.

Draped in turmoil.

You are the angel.

Grace thy lips with a phantom kiss of no exsistance.

Black trumpets sound the lie that watches from the shadows.

But the shadow exploded.

The skies are gone.

The sky is gone.

Crowning the masses with a rain of crimson.

 Sickening death awaits the one with nothing to embrace and
nothing to give.

Standing alone, I have seen you fall.

Define confident.

Defince confidence.

Sinking into the slumber of sufferance;beating myself into
hoplessness.

I will never have amorous thoughts again.

Free reign upon life.

Take the hand branded.

Shadows united.

Shadows untied.

Please give me a sign to divinity.

I've never asked for much in this world, but what I want I
cannot have.

It was ripped from my heart in abhorrence.

I am the Resurrectionist.

Sad and impotent.

Nevermore.

Evermore.

I will fall from the tower.

The lying Yahweh shall lick up my blood.

"It all goes with the changing of things; the changing of
people.

Whether fate is on your side or not.

Life goes like that."

Under the depressed moon, life is underfire.

Beyone the archaic mountians of defeat, I die lonely on this
day.

I will silently wear the death cloak.

So past the flask for I am nevermore under love's blessings,
just a servant of a man called despair.

Leave me hanging a martyr underbliss.

A sign to heaven.

Assigned to heaven.