Salve

A sulfurous choir Enthroned in the realms of light A self-deceiving entity of undenying praise Freedom gets him anxious, suffocating isolation To the staring eyes behind the glass A defaced figure lies upon them To the already replaced one Here's the peace of mind You'll never find Ripped into a neon light As if the mirror reflects his skull Staring back at him with its sardonic smile Carnation leads by the flute of temperament Total blackness among the pessimists Blueish waters of past memories Running through his refulgent arms The mortals behind the wall Hastening every step Watching his bones crack To see how long he lasts He is of contemplation The ultimate specimen of time Growing desolation has come Stripping the flesh, salting the wound Nothing in life shall be granted In the sharpest nails, I've been consumed I am hunger, the desperate A living lie, a contradiction The fool's gold The indulging taste of rust The conquering of nature's triumph A caustic distraction in misery A tragic moan of logic All he ever dreamt All he ever lost Acid rain crying in wide open flesh Forgiveness is a neverending flood He lays down and wonder why he is here Tranquillity tinged with terror Perfectionist act in vanity Between sorrow and paradox The light ceases to shine