Sanguine for thy elimination The solution in snuffing out all the human race A little shadow running across the concrete Losing itself in the vast sunset Between the clouds the dusk illuminates a face Deficient fear gasping the worthless Malignantly useless The last messiah's never-ending chant As the crimson curtain closes And the lights have now dimmed Memories will be carved in coffins A sash of despair sacking one's soul Behold the pacifier A selfless benefactor of those who never were The last standing man to burn the book of his kind Accepting its shining defeat The warmth embracing his heart A mirage dangling at the edge of glory To leave or to hold, for I am a mirage Lighting a candle to ignite my human condition A healer of aches consuming the wrinkled face Lost in his abyssic and contorted mind Consumed far beyond the improvement The pieces have now been assembled Self-destruction in despair To crave his grief The arsonist of his time Hissing wordless voices of those who were dead Beyond the clearing of flames Sealing our icy tomb In madness In chaos Bone-deep mayhem In devastation of flesh Gardens Of untold stories Rebirthing among the smoke Screams and fear Turning silent among the dead Tyrannical militant The arsonist of his time Flooded with the luminous sunshine Enticing the weary traveler To fail at life