Worlds Of Barren Land

Trapped in desert plains of emptiness
Desolation swallows oblivion
A void of nothingness suffocates the angels scream
It grasps you...
The toilsome repressed affinity is written in your heart
A winter mind's final journey through nights of boiling desire
And raindrops on windows like acid on skin
In worlds of barren land under an inverted sun
Dying muses celebrate their infernal sarcasm
There are eyes hidden in the dark
A twinkle strained into a silent salute
Eternity turns black
She awoke from an ethereal slumber
And you are grasped by the most destructive kind of beauty