Misanthrope

My soul
My soul is black like a bird
Lies, raven priceless
Ahead to mediatic crosses
Engulfed spirally's crown
Engulfed lustfull desire
Darkness
Abyssic cliches
None habits gather my churches
I am not the trembler
Become my serpent, slaved to blissful promises
Just a point in this deep purple cover
Absorbed blood on my back shows:
Black at heart
Bindweed at heart
I'm black at heart
Numb opacity
Guises misled
Forsake me, humanity
...Crushed by... wither away
...Torn apart