Cryptica

The petals of that rose have finally fallen to the floor, 
The screams have ended as you reach heaven's door. The 
tears in my eyes wish you the sweetest end, May this be the
 time that both our hearts shall mend. We are both now free
 from those suffocating chains, And precious memories are 
all that still remain, Though tomorrow will be empty 
without you here, The clouds are parting and things seem 
more clear. I won't lie and say this nightmare was a 
fairytale, That our love was so smothered by a blackened 
veil. A delicate web of pretence momentary affections, 
Blackened eyes peering out a fragile reflection. When you 
left a part of me died, After all I was still a piece of 
you, But the stars are black this angry sky, And the wind 
is whispering our lullaby. May the hate and torture fade, 
Wish the angels keep your hurt at bay, And now as the pain 
and violence cease, We will find each others shackled 
peace. As I continue to drift away from your presense, The 
edge of denial I stand tall without a face. Twisting the 
apathy of my dreaming seclusion, I find repose, hiding in 
the sands of eternal fate. You speak lies, audacity dies, 
euphoric testament, possessed cries. Woven messages a slur 
of obituary, A recollection of slaughter embedded. 
Malicious connection with spirits alike, The sacrificial 
stones: a rune in my head. Plagued upon the rapture of my 
hidden faith. A crimson disguise so hollow I fail to 
believe. The bloody tears drain out of my mind, Poetic 
seizures welcome me into the black, Convulsions of fear I 
rot in desire, You taste my flesh so pure and unclean.