Limbonic Art

R.A.S.
Blood is dripping as mind's tripping.
In twilight sleep death is reaping.
Blood stained, feels cold
In solitude as night grows old.
Death salvation, life capitulation,
Blood stained, feels cold, in the frozen soul.
Desire death and you'll sink into silence.
A terminal breath into darkened conscience
You still exist in the void of the head.
As everything else around you is dead.
Time of departure