The Skies Wept Infernal

(Armand has retired and this is a piece by his son, Jonathan)

I fell
I fell I fell
I fell again
Into the deepest darkest ocean
From one look into your eyes

Despair
Trickles down
From the heavenly clouds above
Your words snap the neck of the whitest dove
Bound by the holiest vine

Be careful when you lick your wounds
Your whore’s tongue will surely infect them
Every single word you spew
Will fertilize the crop of deception

The skies wept infernal
Across the scorched terrain
Masking our requited tears of pain
Flowing from our eyes

The poison
Of betrayal goes straight into the hearts
Of lovers tearing themselves apart
Until in lust they die

Be careful when you lick your wounds
Your whore’s tongue will surely infect them
Every single word you spew
Will fertilize the crop of deception

Kiss the poison in my veins
Watch my soul drowning in flames
Revel in the screams of the insane
Love is just an endless shifting - a shifting of blame

And touching the hilt of this machine
The red vines clawing out your eyes
Like a malevolent deranged animal
The horizon is nothing but a weeping widow – beneath all the lies

You know I fell
I fell I fell
I fell again
Drowning in the blood flowing from my skin
I hope you taste it