Soft Spoken in Hell on Earth

Secrets...
Our deception;
your lies;
tries to keep the darkness inside...
The madness of the worlds wim
and the cages of their minds
continue to keep the half...
the other side...

The tears...
Uncried;
untold;
kept within the fire's burn...
The sorrows of the angels
and pains of the depths
defend the barrier...
the wall of heart and mind...

Words...
unheard;
unspoken;
challenge the right of rights....
The knifes of the wrath
and razors of childish blades
blaze deep into the souls of our whole...
it engraves...

The Shadows...
my mind;
their eyes;
faithfully turning towards what the blind cannot see...
The savor of lost souls
and demons of enclosed crafts
cover the faults with darkness...
with ash...

Pleasure...
So delicious;
your torture;
tempting the eternal innocence...
Of pains seen
and truths unbelieved
does it swallow light's moral values...
it feeds....

Grow,
grow on
child of this womb;
of this digust and filth.
Feed upon the unaware,
the naive,
and cold...
The blind side of the life
and the shadow upon their door
gaining the sweet creams
and paste of blood...
of pain...
of sin...
of madness...
of tratior tears
turning minds
and burning wraths
on our heart's cheeks!

There is no going home
where savors are true;
made of ascending greatness
and flowing wings...

We are the deserted...
the outcast of such fantasies...
the soft spoken thrown into the pits of Hell
on earth...