Arterial cold alley My hope died in the valley Grim is life without grace to bathe thee And I don't want to be a killer Stalking seraphim in a world that doesn't exist But this medicine is strong and the thread is losing grip Untethering my heart from God and to my lead wings unclipped I've wasted my optimism on the walking death that I live And if my heart longs to wander it's still mine to give A decade of labors and nothing will show No hole in the armor to spill my soul The hourglass will crack against my chest Hate will devour the past until nothing is left They swear amnesty from pain those who think fate smiles with them Would it allay my illness to set them ablaze and with plaster to mix them? Where I once sculpted beauty disseminating apologues of love I now crush that to dust; embittered hands should not trust I will still fade away That's all I've learned Fumando el basuco sagrado Con huesos en los pulmones Y sangre en las manos The white witch blessed my bullets And I am growing cold Leaving lives in ruin upon my desert of soul Where I see these doorways And I don't swallow the truth That fate is a cold dagger And its cruelty is inexorable Cessation was always inevitable But for some the suffering is optional That is what I see tacit before me In the shattered mirror of my spite that has scattered my dreams My dreams... We give them hope to cast them into the pit of despair I have been there locked in my mind lusting after the doorway of the flesh Now I hope I die Fumando el basuco sagrado Con huesos en los pulmones Y sangre en las manos The white witch blessed my bullets And I am growing cold Leaving lives in ruin upon my desert of soul Carve out my eyes I've forsaken my sight I choose not to see I was naive and I couldn't have fathomed the price

A paling fable seeking budding faith pinned to a cross Godhood unearned in a crumbling tower of bone-dust The fire inside me died and I grew so afraid over the years Without light to gaze upon the reflection of the fangs others feared I recall when you were small and slept beneath my whetted wing Without the imagination to conceive horror in your dreams I cast a shadow before the moon as I opened our roof to the sky And you were kissed by the lightning that stole my eyes Abstracted away from the leering house of matron death Too distant to smell the reeking lies servile to her rotten breath When by cover of night she put violet rings over your eyes I wove these flimsy tales of lilac blessings in disguise Hope in the writing is erasure of kin So that one day your skin might transcend the scars And affect with your capillaries bursted beneath the surface Like a stratocumulus sunset cradling Spica and Mars My soul was sapped by that haunting tinct So I put my tears through the forge to dry Now I'm burnt and bitter and barely alive But a carapace of stone gives the appearance of might For within I am dark and frail like obsidian But you my child are diorite And if I had your mettle I'd have razed that wickedness And set your wraiths ablaze Yet my conscience wept over nails in her casket Without this forbearance we could have had our solace And this miserable world of piss and shit Would have finally lived up to what you were promised Now she's cunning in her hole Not eating dandelions by the root Siphoning air as I sleep And breaking your bread with moles in red-tie suits An expression of the burning color "regret" As she dyed her hair I pray some blade will dye her dress And countervail with sanguine oil Yearning to paint us blotches of tenderness Because I wasn't there for you And it's been tearing me apart And suppressing this terrible guilt Feels like throwing myself on a supernova star The burden's iron and the bones are brittle Cracks intertwine like vines that have grown since you were little It's torture living in this den where death is reprieve And I know the devil said to you the things she said to me But for you I know escape awaits Too beautiful to perish in nihil's gaze I gave my soul to give you feathers And the monsters are the ones who would take them away Because fate doesn't need invitations It just percolates It'll break your legs and play with your veins Unless you fly away from this place To find a new sun

I am numb Vengeance is thine Fuck the allegory Undone and left behind I will tear it apart Before I read another line I knew my choices would shatter me But now I see what lied to my eyes What I fought so hard to keep alive Was waiting for a chance to die And it stole some part of me Showing its face to cross a line We'll take the sands of forever And add an eternity's worth of grains Letting go of every ghost And turning the butterflies back into pain We'll burn every gift And forget every name Slaughter the reveries And replace them with blame That's how I once was fortified I'll reverse the wheel to when I learned to lie Before I was primate I had sense I was a devourer of innocence Inside of me there is one more mirage But this will be the last of my songs The sweetness is spoilt and grief soiled the art Between star-crossed lovers one is doomed from the start And fate thwarts the last dissent of those who lie on their deathbeds Clinging to their last breath and holding onto their goodbyes For as long as I live there will be someone to take from me But maybe I'll forgive and from my ailing I'll part With no more love left to rot in my heart

Build the pile of timber with remnants of guilt and shame No longer serving the fruitless seasons of my rotten tree Bestowed with a sour taste to finally set it free To set it ablaze Sever all tendrils to inch toward today The return of yesteryear can never be secured And what's left of tomorrow shouldn't dwell in fear Pillars of smoke twist from searing pain And in the glow of red coals hope hides from disgrace Blowing flames with destructive breath As retrohale fills my lungs with mementos of death I choke on them Grasping at air as I claw through the darkness To find the hand of someone who cares