"Wolf In Black"

It is often said
One's body is a temple
Constructed in perfect order
At the crown to the root
Skin like satin
Breath like a breeze

A portrait of a man's first dream
She is the walking doll
Her frame is ideal
Fool in the head

Innocence is to be compensated
A shadow emerges
From a desperate abyss
No one is here
No one will see

Ravenous is the wolf in black
The hunger develops
Like a spreading virus
Nullifying the concept of morality

Legs of a lamb that trembles
Porcelain is fated to shatter
She's a jester in the king's court
Her senses, depraved
The world has gone deaf

He is the one made of steel
And thick, black smoke
Her veil of pristinity is ripped open
Crimson wine pools beneath

A flower with it's petals torn off
Howls from the depths of Sheol
Not even angels can shield their eyes
Chains are tightened
Arrival of confusion

The temple has been demolished
Dripping and stained ruins
From the spilling of a pale toxin
It's all devoid now

Aching and aching
Walls have collapsed
The wolf in black is away
And the lone lamb remains
All has been stolen

So lingers the ghost
Of rotten recollections
Rainfall is neverending
Silence outside
Internal screams

The roots of her trees have withered
Her crown is greatly tarnished
Heavier than lead
The flower has no beauty
With plucked petals

Everyone is unheeding
A voice lost in a soundless space
Inside, a painful growth within
As a new inhabitant's story
From a once forceful night
Finally begins