Here we are
the place where it all ends
it has all built to this zenith
and as i grip your neck
i pause in reflection
upon the circumstances
that have led me down this dead end road
under the frozen moon
your words echoed so cold
a total separation of our union
the curtain closing like a funeral fog
gripping tighter to this mayhem
as the tears well up in my eyes
and the rage overflows my soul
hoping you have made your peace with eternity
because i have fallen into cursed pieces
the dark corner of my soul engulfed in flames
i have shed this morbid skin
with a diabolical absence of remorse
gripping tighter
