The Unspeakable

Unspeakable secrets in the beds of blood... Fires, turning into burning coals... As shivering preys to the raining flood... Thus let this grey dawn be greeted the feeble decease of streaming veins in solitude's yawning, inhuman lair In a faltering voice wishes fade and die away now wounds of obsession's presence - burning me down taking the last of me leaving a scorched shell One moment of flawless silence left motionless and quiet in rising tides of a lethal decision the incision of (this) final pleasure was taken Giving into the drifting beats of my pulse nothing and none should be reversed