The Saints even have a diabolical laughter as they watch my Angels cry. This Halo of Death has become the horror of my mind. Anguish has but a shrill scream that exposes my grave. Is it true, I will be buried alive? Chocking on the chains of my Angels Casket, gasping from hidden Sorrow, my Reaper shrieks from within. Dancing with his glee awakens the Beast. Volatile is his character. Shards of glass fly from Demon eyes. Festering wounds are now floating through this filthy sky. Venom oozes from toxic skin. Feeling this touch, leaves me intoxicated with deadly sin. She seduces my defiled body. Her embrace one of Love and Hate. Claws rip my mortal flesh. Bloody Diamonds launch into an endless sky of Lust. Thrusting her breath of fire deep into my soul. Where the Author of Innocense is forever lost. Parasites swallow this Darkness. A slave is born to Fallen Stars, that bleed into my Angels eyes.