Neverdawn

Sweat glazed palms wipe pale faced tears
Bleeding scars kiss piss soaked wounds
One glimpse will tear you apart
All that is left, a cold, dark stare
Unaccepting to pain but willing to assert it
Softly spoken promises strangled by deceit
Mind picked at by bird beak tactics
Ripping you from my mind
Aimlessly wandering, crawling through spit
Mentally beaten, and still I thirst for more
Perished in clouds of a profane existence
Salted wounds feed tattered flesh
Resting hand in hand with infantile corpses
Paint this portrait red by black sunsets
Sun and moon collide in smoked coated eyes
Neverdawn