Sentenced To Aeons

... and of those ghosts calling
through levels transcending
even I hold revelation
adorable pretending slut
don't waste your time to speak with pain
where the hands descend
to all of the dead – little whores, i whisper
rise
dead eyes revokate and infiltrate
better dead for funerals to come
elimination, self-centered for all the silence
has passed through years and never before i
have been so cold! as told so cold!
... and with hate i bleed
near is my deletion
what i feel is not from here
the disillusion starts
when the candles stop bleeding
and i see myself dying
catharsis complete, for more than thousand
times
rise