They came in the depths of sleep
Troll whisperers taunting my love
In the balconies of fear
Weeping angels, rain teardrops
Of salt onto my bleeding soul
Faceless Phantoms deliberate my fate
While dining on lonely hearts,
And drinking promises made in the heat of passion
Sweet as unicorn blood, the last deceit
The verdict guilty as always
I kneel in sacrifice to the Gorgon
Love is lost, and so am I
Behind the eyes of the beast
I see grief not of this earth,
Pain beyond any dying planet
And yes love, in my executioner
For even the blackest heart
Needs love, for this is the secret of all existence.
A candle of hope for the damned
Gods Redemption in this life
You see love cannot be chained,
Nor can it be selective
It resides in the pillars of good and evil
And it will be with you
Even in your darkest hour.
My epitaph, Romeo
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