...Death, the last sleep? No, the final awakening...


My Gothic World

We gaze at crimson skies
beneath the chilling stillness
as darkness descends,
seeping silently into the cracks
the earth crumbles
beneath the weight of emptiness
and everything slowly fades away
quietly deteriorating
rotting into oblivion
but yet, we stand amidst the desolation,
awash in effulgent light
as you scream in ecstasy
and i fall to my knees
to deplore the angelic death
intoxicated with its splendor,
we tremble in the arms of sorrow
and lethargically waste away




Archangel is the ray of light