chaoslie

"Left alone, words unsaid.. his mocking smile and perfect eyes. Though it's sad, behind her shameful lies.. He couldn't see the pain-- a throbbing heart, dead. And so, smile-on-smile by day, by night alone, she cried; alone, she bled. Wearing the pain of a pointless fight, she feared the tears she never shed. Lying to see his smile, she loved with the freezing heart-- the pain. Inside it burnt and stapped, like a poison, vile.. Loathesome by habit, and all but sane; a mask she kept behind a Liar's Masquerade- and behind it all, the pain did not fade.. And now, left alone with words unsaid, she doesn't see his mocking smile, or

Shed tears, and hollow regrets. Forlorn days passed, countless sunsets. The emptiness of winter; liars intricate decay-- personified loneliness and mistaken beauty; but a shame made of clay. Cryptic sanity's meaningless masque, o'er vindicated hate; catty convictions of the taken martyr role. Oh, shame, shame-- desolate, vile shame Drought of emptied tears, empty hollow, empty.. name. Pits dug deep, of sanguine lies, or ensanguined liar? Must thee lie of mine beauty? Ye shant see past your fire.. Winter's nocturne of faithless; an empty masquerade. Liars, shame made of clay-- scars, pain.. shant fade.

"And lifting that sword to the Heavens, a mourning cry-- of which shattered the skies-- rose forth from the extended silence, and strangled fear with its chilling echo. Now lit with life, the bleeding sky quivered-- and even as the life fled, it sang; it sang with thunder, and rejoiced with lightning, and it in the mood of the hour, it cried-- drowning the world beneath it. There, beneath Heaven's relentless torrent, crooked with despair, bent with anger, and trembling with pain, there kneeled a woman-- whose mourning cry had shattered such silence, and whose sword has been risen to the Heavens. And now, with sword at hand, simple grace whi

"Dawn broke the bleak horizon, lighting afire all within its path; the recapturing of death reborn. Here there is no dawn, there is no sky. Just the void, the hollow- the mirror within your heart. And with its fiery, victorious banner, of which claimed the skies, from forth the heavens, sang serenity. In this stygian world, claimed by torrential anguish, there sang no serenity, no songs- a dead beat for a dead world. Of twilight's chaos, and lavender flourish, a lovers' nocturne, and entwined rhapsody; lonely innocence. Derailing cries, beguiling eyes- no lovers' nocturne, naught a entwined rhapsody; maddness' requiem, lo

"Where, in the arms of that Angel, did I feel comfort? When the insecurity blinded even the darkness I saw.. and the loneliness hung me to dry? So again, my friend, in the arms of that Angel, did you see me cry? Or did a part of me die? Whether the part, or the heart itself, a pain resides, stains from that Angel. Oh, my Angel, my Angel, my steel cage, my lone requiem, You took my heart, that I so blindly offered.. With my last breath, you gave it back- A promise of pain, a promise of tears, A promise of your love.. So where, in your arms, my Angel, can I die?"