Glass Sin
The snow falls in a halo of sin, pure corruption of glass skin. In an aura of fallen fire I begin to burn with ashes in my eyes. It’s not the sinner but the sin. Chained to a faith and broken stigmata, bleeding from my hands. As salvation washes over me I scream repent in a world of fire sickened hearts. Reckless lies and dying dreams -- cyber make-believe.
Still I close my eyes.
Beauty seared souls whisper softly in snowfilled screams. Lost within the rapture of perfect silence and bloodstained falling feathers. A crimson snow of paradise lost, for every flake a dying star.
Asphixiate on fear in a world of silent stone. A world painted in pastel.
Falling In Flames