Malice Through The Looking Glass

Take away the wine
For restlessness plagues me....
I am assailed by a spectre profounder
Than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime

I shalt suffer this confessional of mine

Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas
Only once it is dark doth my misery cease

She died to a sky dressed in flame
(dressed in flame)
Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice
Who fell to their god o'er her vision and voice

I am as dusk come to ravish the light
Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night
I will answer thy prayers
If thou Wouldst drink of my life....

Encroaching evening skies
Die with such a tragedy
And those interred in cold graves
Dwell on pleasures to be
In deep hysteria
Where our legend still breathes
Through sweet death and thereafter
Sweeping nightmares.... shalt feed