She douses her rusted spikes in hell's nine infernos,
And stabs them serenely into her pallid iris
She howls in agony,thrust in Death's ravenous throes
And screams diabolically in the dark splendour of her crisis.

Silver specks of shattered dreams slit her pitch-black veins
Carving a tale of betrayal into her web of wilting bones
Only an entrancing flicker of demonic shadows remains
Burying what's left of her beneath their blood-splattered thrones.

A winged dungeon of darkness seeps into her twisted brain
As she tugs at her golden bracelet,a gift from the skies
Chunks of severed flesh enmesh her nails like a cursed night's stain
Melanoid nightmares tattoo her wrists as the golden hue dies.

Torn in limbo between two dimensions: of demons and of shadows
She counts the demented beasts mauling her crumbling soul apart
And she sighs with resignation as she floats through Death's meadow
She dives into the worst of three: her obsidian,fading heart.