Above the Blind and Beneath the SightedUnderneath the rusted irons, but molded between the caskets of love, a cage of death sings west in dark waters; the wastes contain a curse from above.
Their bodies float as night perils forth, above the flames but beneath one star, to each their own a separate portion; a dreaded one cleans them from beyond afar.
Lay wasted in towards a river of flesh, a being dares silence itself to sleep, the Shadows of Where expect your secrets, give them of nourishment, for 'tis it they keep.
Of nightmare or glory do the bodies stay clean, their eyes of glass move not an inch, for the nose of red sings with their screeches; bloodied rags are brought from a pinch.
He Who Stole From UsDespair of a nightfall shattered by silver, through oceans we rise of bloodied hands, moans of the dead whisk mortally past us; time has our clearing, let us reclaim the lands.
Stolen from us the grounds which thrived, the grasses blackened with a wisp of plaster, the eves which were have frozen without us; 'tis all the works of another master.
Nights without darkness have plagued our beings, drowned in our wills beneath the lead, revenge shall curse him with a jolt of nightmares; a demon of somber shall reclaim his head.
To him we glare with a simple reason, the moonlight hazel fairs our skin and eyes, this childish mortal has begun to run from us; let us skin him and declare his lies.
To Thou We WalkTrembled cauldrons of the bloodied, we speak to you from our banished homes, a night of falls and journeys strikes you; to you we walk, for we are drones.
Cloaked heavily in our guidance, dark, we travel forth to claim your eyes, an eve without rest bestows our shivers; quiet your mouth, we know of your lies.
Twice past the Mountain of Desert's Clearings, once towards but last into the mud, our journey nears, but far we remain; towards the end of daylight we witness blood.
Organs of the betrayed weaklings, they tumble down with gallons of red, a mighty waterfall of death runs by us; mixed in between, a child's head.
Into your palace we storm with magick, through the lights we send forth the war, a moment or two of chanting blinds you; a slay of black stains the marble floor.
Prior and FollowingUpon the ashen mountain, the rains pour of tasteless blood; bodies of stained silver burn, their trails glassed within a flood.
To those who have frozen deep, our contempt swallows dream-like despair, cleansed of a birth's negligence; we violate your resentful air.
Within you cries a somber child, one celled far north beneath the voices, release your pride and vomit your structures; those are two options, sift through the choices.
And here as displayed you remain untouched, a simple word of pity, not, to leave the memories and bleed of surrender; your choice is made, farewell and rot.
Stolen and IrreparableA river to be painted, its shallowness closed by a reddish weeping, the mice who sew the forests thin, their bodies frail; taken for the keeping.
Balances of equations shrilled, such pedestals crumble and sink within ink, a nightmarish slither passes through seduction, near the graces stolen the explanation of 'think.'
Retrieval is forgotten no less, the mice have eyes of sparkling water, their shivers are wiped from a balanced mock; sealed past a grin, but without a daughter.
Unbalanced they remain with such a trivial pursuit, minus a permanent solution to the nature of darkness, lost are the means to even the structures; the end swims deep within its starkness.
The Malicious ClockThe malicious clock counts the children's heads, their bodies of ice stream wearily down, forever casted namelessly into somber; through the gardens their voices drown.
Of an angel's grace enslaved are their wills, for the secrets within are separately spelt, through the eyes of the damned are the contracts written; preparations are burnt living, but the papers shall melt.
Slaves of our evermore coming wrath, childish souls broken and glued with nobility, the veils of strategies enclose their mannequins; controlled by our standards they embrace hostility.
Years upon averages their meek bodies initiate tasks, to set aflame doors and bitter the placid, replace their organs with a simple flask; the clock observes all with a mask of acid.