Dawn of Orion
"ON BROKEN WINGS"
SOWN INTO FLAMES
I drown myself in a sea of tribulation. Each scar is a lesson learned. The winds scream of
temples, of idols, of gods. Of places I used to know. Merriment lands where lips spell out
confessions of a covert plethora of desires. You will learn to fear the dark. Dreams
dissapate making visions clear. All emotion an indignity. Biting the vehement hand that's
gripped around my throat. Disrobed. Unclad. Eyes shut to the words that cut me. If I could
only reassure myself. I'd cross my heart but it would only bleed. Light so precious.
Take my hand. Lead me to where daydreams walk and the tormented souls hold the key to
emancipation. Acceptance is a joy forever, but denial is forever divine. Shapes of my youth
dance in order as I wait in the shadows for the final curtain to close.
ON BROKEN WINGS
You are hate incarnate, yet you are so blind. A placebo entity draining all that you possess.
Cracked grin as nails pierce tissue. I set my skin aflame, but only my soul is burning. Two
hundred years of isolation to build the potency to elevate the rock to chisel my name in the
walls of hell. And when I finally reach the end staring into her vacant eyes. Piercing my
chest. Driving the nails into my wrists. I see who was really wrong. Wipe the tears from your
eyes. Another end we will defy. Sacrifice yourself now. It's only fair. I've faced demise many
times at your hands, but instances run deep and ignitions spark. I've forseen it all. Made it
my one secret. Held it close to my heart never forsaking the gifts you gave to me. Children
lock arms for dear life knowing nothing but your reflection. On broken wings they fly. Backs to
the light now only to find the truth I fought for all this time. That our promised utopia is
soaked in blood and for this I'll see you burn.
FOR DYING EYES
"Seductive Prevaricator" etched upon her marbled stone. Daughter of Asmodeus lying below the
earth. A beauty to behold. A terrestrial in masquerade. Insects fluttered through my appetite.
A phantasm held all too close. Burning as points are thrust into my eye. Passion bleeding soul.
Dizzy from her odious kiss that left marks upon my skin. An ashen touch that could bring the
ire of a mournful soul. She studied her father's lessons well. Enough to aid me in raping
myself to satisfy an ageless lust. These self inflicted wounds repeatedly exposed. A wasted soul
no longer weeps for words not worthy of life. For dying eyes. Pleading toungues no longer douse
the conflagration of desire. An obscure discharge of repulusion. For love and eternal rest.
There will be no more sacrifice. I'll immolate your existence. Now I have nothing but blood on
my hands as your lifeforce drains from your body to the floor.