My Master Piece Of Lies

A master piece, of wants and lies
Bares nothing to truths meaning
Shadows loom over nightmare stares
A glaze of wanted fables divine

The forked tongues of heaven
Brings showers of obscurities
To life, the living heartbeats stagnant
To death, more gentle apparitions

Despair more convincing than
Forsaken dreams of last nights' tears
Upon violent skies, disdain does ride
Emotions uncaged, inraged, undefined

A pyre of cold, smoldering death
Burns spells upon my lips
Mystic rituals brand memories
Of sorrows, a lamenting requiem

Arcane lore discarded by time
Spellbound, necromantic chants
Ruins of forsaken silence
Lay grounded in my grave

With hope, to deaths grasp
In my tomb misery spreads
Like fire on feathered wings
That the faithless one brings

Despair floats upon the oceans of greed
As hope overturned, sinks far beneath
The crystal clear waters of crimson blood
Brings loathsome pain into my veins

Hope seems beyond my ability
And comprehension
Unto my end, i say good-night
As I rest forever more in depression

With a prayer upon my lips
Ripped away by loneliness
Scattered upon the cryptic skies
Lost within my master piece, my lies