The Provenance

Deluded Into Delirium

The Provenance


"Feel my blood running thick through your veins.
Taste my wine of delicious temptation":
Pulsating deadly lust!

Couldn't hear the cruelty coming
With its sweat seducing voice
Black ropes around their white necks
Deluded into delirium you watched them die,
with a smile

I have seen them bleed
I have seen them scream
In this predestined black world
Soon to fall apart

Those sweat little lips,
once so smooth and warm
Is now formed into something grotesque
Deluded into delirium you couldn't feel it coming,
from behind

Ooh what a sight,
The destruction that I behold
Walking the oblivion's edge
With your head in your hands

Your body and mind
That you no longer own
Is beginning to fall apart
Deluded into delirium you will die,
empty . .