Buried by the Flames by S . M . Cook
A celestial voice of stars spilling across the galaxy An unholy plunge of the sword into the void of my heart The sunshine of sacred love in death instead of honor Lost in the bliss of blizzards and sands
How can the life outside of everything still be cast in shadow
When the moon of the dead has cracked its sheath of diamonds
My spirit loses space as the rainbows slink down from hell Bursting through the eyes of the blinded soul Shall we dance to the screams of stolen angels While demons invade the infernos of anarchy Wings clinging to the mountains of nirvana Can only fall onto the clouds of glass and coal Trekking the long arduous path to dishonor Raped for the color of murder after the storms
Words thrown back toward the blood gray shores of mourning
Cries of hunger pierce my chest , begging to be torn apart 69