As my innocents is slowly devoured in agony, the expression fingers heartache, because no one cared to avenge the wicked tendencies of that demon.
Now all is hate, that slumbered doorment suddenly birthed inside four walls of darkness. Likewise, along with pain, fear grew to consume, to devour, within possesed depressions. That again molested my love, through painful desires of rage. Engulfing the dreams and wishes of hope, once innocent.
As the first fruits of abandonment comprise self-worth to nothingness.
The taste of neglect abuses the worth of existing, to be loved. Now the value of blood in essence "life", is orphaned beside the all of No love. I found the mirrior reflecting, echoing blizzards of damnation that beckoned an already broken spirit. To the only embrace ever known, kissing the welcome of ablideration by misery. At least death and oblivion are greedy for my suffering. At least in hell, fallen angels thirst to smoke my life, bleeding my sorrows away. As I bath in the ashes of my tears.
As my innocents is captured by lost souls, my thoughts, so vile tare at my flesh. Patients becomes my bestfriend. Silence a virtue and nightmares, visions of predestined revelations. Enduring the innocent hate, like walking through lonely purgetories of acid pools. Like humping away on snakes teeth and deased blood. In all normality lying against righteousness. Denying any joy. Lost, fleeing the very depth of God's throne. Beloved blessing are mourned unto another death, which blinds the pressence of salvation. Submerged by the pain of no love.
As my innocents is forever kept with glory, but not with me Innocently.