Obscure Whispers

The Purple Titan


Unforgiving call, perceivedfrom the ebony hall...She's lying quietly on falling Leaveswhose ivory voices are breakingthe wall of Sanity.Delight is fadingin the painful twilight of my Conscience,while I'm feedingdead creatures of Sorrow withthe pleasure of her defeated Rage.Stars are moving through the deep Abyss of her plagued Flesh,engraving new bleeding Tearsin her shiningInnocence.Greedy Legions are marchingtowards her Lechery, whileseductive tentacles of Wrathare erasing my last vestiges ofHumanity.Barbed wire and Oneiric Matter,her Eyes closed andher Brain drilledby the implacables Wasps ofTruth.A.E. 17.05.2008