Milliorn

His panorama on her chamber wall From lucidity The Matron fell Into a pit of gloom She reprises in doom This aging man, a plethora of pain When will thee love again? The Matron only adumbrates to serve and please Every man she knew, and their greed Forthwith that lust which holds her hand The Matron traipse with everyone in the land of the damned She rather maroon the one that loves her most Whereas his yearning never mattered as he liberated his ghost He prayed in vain for her love For a god to send from a bolt above Waning in agony with the moon Departing, his soul sails swoon

From a Giant's stride I watch attuned to her motility Yet one that ceases to involve me by her side Watching her alone on the sandy shores Eagle-eyed at the sun and the ocean tide Every erupting dusk All hellish night long I would cry Being banished from her life I now aspire to die Not literally, but shed this past life The one that lived to love her The one I mourn now Invoking in tears for it to burn Perhaps I shall descry what is missing By turning my life around Maybe I just don't care anymore... Instead just rest my old bones in cold ground

Every stirring day that expires I miss thee Fancy the day away if these eyes will ever see you again Uncertain if thy tomb is the only door to your room There, you lie resting peacefully as can be Magnificent your beauty bewilders me In my delusion, our love flows in this hallow stream of illusions This life crawls along under the moon Without you, as the night-light shines blue I will love always love you, lest I lose all I ever knew

Ten thousand pieces you marooned me in Succubi of love and sin Usurped thy heart out within Like an empty chalice of fulfillment, shattering as you drop it in a filth bin You witness me fracture into shards of pain Burbling at my heart beating your infectious bane How you cannot perpetually refrain From derailing my soul like a runaway train You just step on my heart Tore it completely apart Wheel my corpse out on a cart Savoring my soul rotten with tart All I can brood about is how bad I crave to die Lacking ample amounts of tears for me to cry In my arm with a razor I scrye I love you, goodbye I hope your estatic destroying

Invisible, it constricts with a gaseous grip A harbinger of horror by the demon With a mephitis of a sulphurous crypt You hark nothing but delusions of a freeman Tasting nihility, misery blooms as you become enslaved By the Chains of Addiction.