Words Within A Souless Serenity

The Crimson seeping laceration flows in her forest of dreams filled with nothing but pain and gloom. How dearly she calls this wicked forest her asylum to a deeper dimension of fright. She is of Shadows born in dreams with an immortal glow, in the dry brittle hay she lay. Her violaceous lips whisper a blood soaked lullaby. The piercing dark injects her soul of raspy shadows that stir unhallowed whispers,their putrid breath licking her hallowed iris of bitter madness. Her sanity sanity withers like chaff in melancholic embers. Her tattered reflections gape from scarlet puddles,as her hallow echoes forever beckon their sate. Blackened hair of silk twists behind her crumbling soul, a beauty so pure, it bids a broken man believe in fate. Her voice a chime to the demise that draws near. A choir of malicious dismay, and dystrophy heralds the fray as death from within shall arrive .