The Breathing Process

Blessed, Be Thine Martyr

The Breathing Process


I have seen death through your eyes.
Aversions, reflecting the skies breaking memories 
Of the tragedy that claimed her life. 
In the wake her rebirth this world has been condemned.
Yet your lips still held perfectly with composure of a lovers tryst.
The skies ignite in flames 
The mortals scour in ashes before Antigone.
She wields the fog as though a weapon. 
Artistacly attired in flames, 
Pandorah your dreams yet to fade. 
Your fate of love rebirth. Rebirth.
Blessed, be thine martyr.
An embodiment of evil torn from your blood stream, 
These flames were born from the womb of your incantation. 
The world incased in fog death is omnipresent my beings filled with fear. 
You're my last hope pandorah blessed be thine martyr.
I beg
(A heart of evil that still loves 
Has mercy endearing sympathy have mercy. Now beg)
I have seen death in her eyes, 
I have seen love in your heart.
Catastrophe has began the end is now closing in.
No sympathy Pandorah be thine martyr.
My love these lies show you that I care, 
Their lives are pawns to you 
Their lives are lives to me this is the world 
We reside spare their lives I beg you please.