Thoughts of the dreamers hurt me
In the strange light of oblivion
Staring at the peace that eludes me
Dominating factors need to be relinquished
Into the state of eternal distaste
Never share the whispering realms of sorrows
That dance in front of my dreamy eyes
Dazing at the benediction
Incantation of perversion by the unholy
Shimmering tears of sin flow away
Into the horizons so faded away
Slowly touching the thoughts of the bleeding heart
The smoke of the burning soul inhaled by the dejected
Her nights of silk and serenity strike the tones of the succubi
Rapture droplets bleeding from the sad prophesies
The shadows are born to die
Reincarnate in the minds of the maddening tranquility
Sinners obsequious to penance rise in purgatory
His cross forgives in vehemence
Asking the eternal question of morality
The ghosts writhe in pain in the violet haze
The moon witnessing the judgment day for the refused
The abstinence of the forsaken lies to the dreamers
The stars, an angel flies in ecstasy destined to be fallen
Snow glistens in to temptations in the mind befall
Grief of the farewell into the darkness spreads
Not knowing the thoughts of the paradoxical shines
Violent pacification for the fire in mourning palace
There is no god that lived in heaven
The golden pathway to hell is silent
Stifled to be the servant of the maligned oracle
Withers away into the evanescent nights
The shame of the ostracized epitaph
Haunting the dreams of confused lives
The dreams of the Sinner’s moon