Dry to Die

Rains in this reflecting place
where death leaves with beauty
the eye of god rapes our door
iluminating our privacity

There's nothing here to see
just the hate lives in me
sheets of our lonely bed
in a pagan violet room

I don't know how and why
she keeps haunting me like this
with wings of desperation
scattered and twisted again

Drink alone to hope and fill your fears
with blood running down from the glass
spitting words of anger and grief on
a soul empty of emotions dry to die

By: DarkCapricorn