O Death ⇉ Paul Lahote

epigraph

"The silence of the city
is my lullaby,
the masked redeemer
answering to children's cries.

I walk on Demon soil
burning with angel snow,
futile...
street of swine...
beautiful...
endless wine,
no treatment or antidote,
graveyard sin.

The brave walk thin,
men become beasts
when the lights get dim.
You become King,
I become your closest
friend and I fight
for whats right
until the very end.

Spiral black,
divine motion
underwater labyrinth,
these lambs will suffer indeed
by my own hand
drown in greed.
Thrill, chaotic exposure,
feathers of iron,
toxin will spread
like empty wishbone
ticking inside my head.

Can curb this... Nerve
pride raw, long path
Hood of a million Devils
Coming at me, I slay in halves
What have I.. Done.

Poison remains, numb thy core
carve and gut like a grey symphony
veins run blue, red forevermore.
Guilty crown, velvet throne
conscience? never heard
flesh and bone.

The lion crosses the dragon
in an inferno painted
red, and the day
dies black.

Haunted ravine, mutated sky
vortex tyrant, tribal scream
forsaken...
tune?"

~ Decrepit Heroism by unknown.