In motionless agony I provide the banquet of torments   With tears unbridled to wash my wounds clean, I fade   Incessant silence crowns my every word      Are memories but delusions whereby the past claims rebirth?      Upon the starless canvas the tempest of disease I unfurl   Lugubrious wails from this reminiscence be torn   Pouring scarlet with my name in wrought   Besmears the altar as I quiver underneath the dagger   So dear is the hand that strikes with continuous cruelty      Within this new calm newfound nakedness I posture my misery   With mournful laments disgorged upon the barren soil of sanity   Perdition calls   I follow its voice