Her whispers bound by this tempered hand Flow with the softness of a subtle release. Glimpses of meaning from her cold silhouette With each return of her mesmerizing breath. Arise with the quintessence of awareness With unraveled eradicating mistakes of bliss. In this blending of evil souls in reverse Bereft in denial forms welcome the beauty of doom. In the deep woods, we are forever haunted It is I. We are the ghosts, the soulless spirits. The moonlight stares down like a thunderous shower Filling the hollowness with imminent pools of pain. Eerie voices were so shrill inside of her head As she lies back wondering her passion for death. I am the telepathic lunatic who resides in your flesh The spirit you cursed within our bloody caress. In shades of death, the mind now takes its course. In the darkness that you breathe blinds you by the mist. Submerged in exile, blasphemy reigns in your sight. Corruption of your lost soul left forever haunted. In shades of death... Haunted enigma...