• I made her smile in the sepulcher
    Within bones and decomposing meat
    Jewels of madness lost in their own pointlessness
    How she smiled a smiled that would force the angels to mourn
    Underneath the ground with my muscles beating fearlessly

    True love is murder to her
    A forgotten dream mixed with a harsh darkness
    That no one will ever see
    The rankings of heaven will never amount to the fear
    That wrecks both of our hearts
    Jerking and convulsing
    Handing hands in this dark fairy tale of dreams

    Confusion and distorted feelings enrage
    Clinging to the sepulcher inside of me
    Dreaming and screeching of impossibilities