Am I alive? Am I even awake?
These dreams of late be haunted by a fallen angel.
Inside this spinning room, reduced to a common noun, I feel as though I have been swallowed by the giant belly of evil.
Consumed, digested, pulped into some vile form of excrement. My flesh now pardoned of it's flesh, my blood runs deep in pools, my lonely bones charred and scraped. Ghastly shadows
begin to creep through the walls of my ruined mind, as thick as the blood they seep.
The pain is neverending, as I ferment inside this ghastly cell, the loss so overwhelming within this purgatory of mine.
Am I alive? Am I awake? these dreams be haunted for a dead lover's sake......
Then the ritual begins:
The hissing, the breathing......as I lay on the cold damp floor, wet, firey tongues dancing over my skin.
My eyelids heavy, your face a secret, as I long to see once again, but see nothing but blackness, shadows. Now arteries of color, a swelling crimson tide, as your fingers rip me open, you devour me back to life itself.
I slowly open my eyes to see my bloody saviour, as you wave away the swarm of lies from my resurrected body.
Suddenly, an icy chill races through my heart; I am beckoned to death's door once again.
My blood runs cold again, my veins coarsing with fear. Is this death's high gate?
Who, then, holds the key?
A lost and forlorn lover's soul seeking redemption, or a master of lies?
Is this trickery?
Or is this truth? Reality?
I knock at the gates, anxiously awaiting an answer to my inquiry.
The gates open; a blast-furnace heat takes my breath away.
I wait for your return forever now, my soul licked by flames......