How many hangings, under the red moon?
How deep will it sink inside, eating sin that doesn't match?
The snakes makes way through the sheets and into the soul.
It can seem like a bad dream, a cherry blossom petal, that dances so sadly.
The stain on the red moon is fulfilled, and the sins of the night begin.
Don't you remember?
The color of saints? When night begins and people are in awe?
The color of pomegranate? While it spills out of our veins?
Blood, Hangings, and Sacrifice.
Don't you remember?
The color of golden yellow? Who wants to be the spider that stings?
The color of tears? While it's remembering the memories?
The color of saints? Remembering the memories?
The color of pomegranate? While it spills out of our veins?
Don't you remember?
COMMENTS
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Rayemoone
04:17 Sep 27 2009
My new favorite!