Creating a new breed of pain

[nny_morbid_love]

As I stand, in this moment of silence
I reflect, upon a jaded moon
As I am, drenched in these tears of madness
I pray for once, the ending shall be true
Construed to my, palms is the picture frame
Of which I, hold my beloved

She bleeds, like animals in the way of gunfire
I caress the dripping blood
For this, moment of, abnormal morbid, desire
Let there be peace

Her eyes shut close and lips are spread apart
So feeble are these hands
As they, run rapid, upon the shores of her heart
Let there be peace

To hold you in these eyes
To walk the path of your presence
My plaguing torment dies
With the breath of your essence

And I do wish to bask in that glory,
to be held in the arms of an embodied spirit so divine,
And to be, what I to thee, in mutual and unforced harmony and paradise.

Standing tormented, I see my rescue within her eyes
Virtue pouring from her hands
Temptation flowing from her lips

And I do wish to bask in that glory,
to be held in the arms of an embodied spirit so divine,
And to be, what I to thee, in mutual and unforced harmony and paradise.