Nectar

Feel my roar, hear my pain,

stab the heart it's weak, tired.

Tear the eyes out they are blind,

curses carved into skin.

Absolution is not what I seek,

but death is nothing short of sweet...nectar.

Petals fall as colours fade,

her words only comfort fools.

Once loved, once failed,

She turns away into the darkness,

gracefully becoming hate.

Feed on the weak,

we are the chosen ones!

Spoken with fire!

Bitter the taste, left to waste;

Black fields for harvest, roses.

Dead winter breeze,

memories of a time long past.

Futile sleep, nightmares of peace;

Delusions of love, tortured and starved,

Death slithering veins, drink.