Vapor trails of bullets
Sliding off my tongue
Words too softly spoken
Notes too faint to hum
A lullaby of silence
A carnival of souls
All dancing with the devil
Watching life unfold
Shattered pieces of the image
That I refused to see
Shredded works of wonder
That the world shall never see
Haunting, twisting melodies
Broken songs of hope
Turn to ash beneath my fingers
That which never was
Slipping into darkness, lament your final woes
Then silent, sink into a world of evil
All my deadly foes.
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Thoughts of the Fallen
PuisiAn inside look at those of us who embrace the darkness within. Read at your own risk. Contains sexual language/content, references to rape, alcohol, drugs, abuse, heaven/hell, suicide, murder, self-harm, demons, sacrilegious language/actions/concept...