Balaam Wore Black

My words fell with such silence, as I watched the blood slowely weep from open
wounds. A still rose bled into a sunset, while the red dragon waited to consume
the midnight sky. A dead snake nailed to the wall, coiled and started to feast
upon himself. I'm paranoid! Insects were really angels in guise, and my lover;
she was a whore. I cry an ocean deep azure blue. One more injection to try to
forget you. Siddhartha, sits staring into the reflection in my eyes. As a sullen
funeral procession gathers. To dance around my dead heart. Like Lucifer; i fell
into the night. Venus star so bright in the mourns light. A laid faith in a
whores well. So warm was the caress, how could i resist; to take of one kiss.
Black devil; under your white sun of darkness i was lost. But now it's time to
ride the red dragon one more time!