Sweet Crystal Wall

I know a place

where my blood does flow

Where all the lost souls they do go

A beaten blind

Broken doll

A lucid blood filled pool

Death has been defined

An infatuation of an artificial make believe

A twisted nail of fate is

Piercing essence from its frame

And while

Neglection snatches the once frightened Darkness only lives


My heart is not yet dead

While the innocent can come and play

They can enjoy

The pleasures of flesh

Body broken, soul weeping, eyes bleeding

An unheard scream as the darkness is embraced

As in unaccented lust


There is protection

In a

Sweet Crystal Wall

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I started this one in choir too....

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