Of Masks And Martyrs

As we bleed you feast on what is left

of waking nightmares, prayers best left unsaid

sinking inside of the beasts we shall be

feeling desires buried, dreams best left to sleep

suffer the absence of beauty to know

years beaten down, passions unknown

the bitterest ashes are the souls unwept tears

walls of your heaven and pit of your fears

The heavens will fall and stars rain down

on the backs of the broken

upon those whose beauty is spit upon

whose desire you shit upon

if this is what your life will take from me

if this is what your world will make of me

These words which we cannot speak

for the fallen are lost through the absence of dreams

in skies that are ever bright we cast wishes into the darkness

for the stench of your heaven clings to me

and the stars weep for my shame

this long, dark age has given us but faded memory

-and all the words we will not write

-and all the dreams that die tonight

-and all the love in hearts grown cold

-and all the beauty never known

As heavens winds are rancid sweet,

as angels breath of carrion reek,

suffer the children as they will dream,

as empty souls breed worthless ends,

as bitter hands stroke passions spent

hearts burned to black with the fires of prayers for the end

and the stars weep for my shame

this long, dark age has given us the faded memory

of passions spent - give me breath to face another day

if this is what your life will take from me

if this is what your world will make of me

if this is what the world has made of me

then let it live with the consequences