I've bled a thousand
Tears from the essence of
My soul
Is torn in more ways than you know



A history brought up in a futuristic loss
Unforgiveably crippled by a gigantic hoax
Written by the winners of time
And my ever so forgetful
Memories are constantly recreated
To suit my loss
And yours
Are infinite in time and pain
Multiplied and amplified
By a constant
Banging
To
The Soul....
Is numb

Forever gone
Indifferent to your begging and my own
Shadows creep on the walls of my nightmarish dreams
In a temple where the gods have seized the laughter and suffocated the joy
Where your heart was offered at the alter ...

And Your Goddess Got Her Toy.

I hold not a flickering flame down this tunnel for no reason other than to burn the giant in the dark
There is no tunnel, no way out
This is the staircase to Hell

And you, my broken angel, are the devils wings in a night that clings
To the very broken depths of my screeching soul.

"Hello, Down There," ....Hello?