bleakness by anguished senses
the darkest of the woods around
is all you've fed yourself by
where be the caves of the endless
lost, you only search and search

the allure of all that tempts
she can be a vile fortress
with stones upon stones
you mark your grave
feeding yourself to the earth

dismantling the pleasantries
of all you've come to have known
its a condemning fate of a path
and yet you still desire its choice
option upon option you wither away

temptress of all that depress
shed a light of mercy and peace
we all seek forgiveness in the winds
carrying down the cries of all fallen
unto the vast and rocky wastelands

but there is no rest
no requiem or solace
only strays and passer's by
she is a vile temptress
and she is here for you

TEMPTRESS!!!

a revolutionary twist
to mend the gauge in time
for evolutionary purposes
we become what we are

deaths vicious grasp
ferment the rotten graces
humiliate the weakened
this army of putridity

vigorous and vile traces
decompose all profound
manor of hallowed saints
compiled in this sphere

all for you, self destruct
all you create, dedicate this hymn
for the wretched, to those of heart
in purpose they never took part

stretching the bows of sanity
shine through in defiant shades
wreaths of unwelcome curses
to be worn upon skinless heads

absolute compositions reunite
deranged and mangled corpses
to rule and walk to plaguelands
we are eternally bound with sores

ascend into blackened skies
misery has tainted all sanity
believers left behind, rotten
reincarnation, you are left in ashes

filthy decibels of deceit
to frame your crooked mind
lost in a forest of faces
grinning at your every wince

paved upon the crawling
your flesh pealed from bone
try now decipher surroundings
which is reality and fiction

teeth ground to bleeding gums
a blasphemers tongue within
enter a nostril, exit through other
senses aroused by nihility

pestilence eating away
at the marrow of what's left
ashes to ashes you've become
ungracefully bound by fate

recognition of unfamiliarity
correspond to an empty skull
the cremation of one's soul
live the story of our time