The loneliness doesn't fade The static doesn't dissipate I continuously descend Down, down, down, Where the static crackles forever
Snow white and crimson red, Lucid shades of color bleeding together A stark contrast between My flesh and your fangs
The dark flower, mysterious And demonic in its pristine beauty A curse of immortality, Passed down through the ages
Within a broken mind, The shrill cries of cicadas echo Against crumbling ivory bone The cicadas keep crooning, Even in the desolate spaces Where only silence exists Can you hear them?
Drizzling rain pours down, A sullen reminder of The broken promise