Horror, an apocalypse . Winter nights , distasteful sights . Day breaks , thunderous greys ; Risen corpse , oh is it day ? Festoony of detached verdicts .
Trembling ; blood stained killers , Wailing ; Pain of peeling demeanor , Oh , unconscious , sudden emotions . Run deep , pour forth , Hesitate.
Retreats , battlefield of regret . Grotesque meanings ; addendum to the splendid . The crow was waiting , no light shown . But Alas ! The Almighty wanders ; To the furthest horizons , baby inside whimpers .
Countless wounds ; dismembered hurt . Disintegrated marks left behind ; a sheltered street . Chaos of medieval times , they derive from the pleasure . But no cause , no reason , a life is lost . Rebirth ?
They cry , they yearn ; Innards all swallowed and taken aback , Heartbeat fades and comes tumbling back , The rebound twisted , Recur , re-invent . Long lost boomerangs .
Try to find faith , to believe . Courage relinquished , and then stolen ; By words of blithe diversity , Yet no cheer revolves , nothing is right , Silence coordinates with hidden smirks ; Pain.