• A shroud of darkest clarity
    Where all is cast in truth
    An empty world of blackest night
    Devoid of life, of lighter hue
    Rent apart by bloodless lips
    Sheathed in poison of despair
    Where once was warmth of love
    A darker dweller fairs
    Cold in sleep it's death to dream
    Where none can see your face
    Lost within this morbid haze
    The residue of darker days
    Still taints the spires of thine eyes
    Infection in its golden gaze
    So mote it be, eternally
    We are damned.