Under the Confession

Come in to the temple of illusions
give him your silent tears too
his the light in solitude lying
trough the dark too melt your heart

Feel free to die and dream alone
with a neon god solitary and frozen
directing you underneath the hell
to his crucifiction heaven

Why does she like to breed
blood under the confession
just to feel a bit better
when after all no one's there

It is so hard to believe in me
a real creature of flesh and bone
not some puppet made of wood
empty and frail as my soul became

By: DarkCapricorn