Her Dreams Despise

(Instrumental - with accompanying work)

A wintry chill resides in my heart

and claims to plague within

abhorence and adoration

Of the misfortunes it resounds to

bloodied pulpit and spattered sounds

toward a misanthropic subjugation

Which I'd left unaware of shattered dreams

when I awoke to despair

in awe of betrayal and miscalculations

Of the archangel that I'd known

and loved to worship unatoned

that She could quash it;

synching its mellowed beat with

my love and a knife

She severs everything pure and true

an evisceration, compassion subdued

and forsakes the inner knowings of Her heart

And I believed Her lies, to attest to the fact

that She would abandon lasciviousness intact

returning to adore our emblissed, lavish arts

Faith, (as I knew Her) drew further away

tempting fate to Her face

but masquing its underlying past

And my heartstrings were snapped

drawn too tight this time

to our twisted, phaerytaled rhyme

and our dissonent symphony in part