Ram-Zet

Under this dead and faded sun
Forzen
I disappear and turn to stone
Wake me now
Like a secret mission inside my brain
Falling underneath
The sign of contortion
Bleeding little creatures
dancing on my head
Singing songs of the beautiful dead
Now I slowly drive my poem
Into her corrupted thoughts
The only future she knows
Strapped by the unchangeable rage
Could hart's secret beauty
I call unto you
I try so hard not to laugh
As I lay my arms around her
I always knew it would be
A dance of demise and forever amity
Disgusted faces in my mirror
Telling me to stab my own soul