Open wide and tell me your tales
Of secrecy found within wisdom but no man shall learn
Leaving your pale dying legs frowning upon fragments of life
Ages on ages have passed over,some have fallen for you
Poured from the throat,need I ask to be perverse?
Untouched by heart,hand or sight This crown if for her
Awake from sleepfrightening Awake to lifefaithless
Bathe her in springs of serpents only to rise at will
You're mine now,woven from hypocrisy
Touch the sick hope that mankind instills in me
A beauty meshed within the spider's we
A momnet of irony,a year of reflection
You're mine now, the slime of the garden
A rose withered a voice from the past