Chaos

Of outbursts and outcries

of myths and lies

in that gentle veil of silence

the love so pure, dies

The heart wails

and it bleeds

for all it couldn't get

and all it needs

And he's punished

he's torn

for all that is red

for all he had worn 

There were wounds

there were scars

and he was tied

behind the bars

Oh, there was laughter

and there was cure

there was lunacy

and there was lure

There was lust

on top of hatred's pile

there were the unfulfilled desires

and a wicked smile

Oh, there was freedom

there was salvation

but he knew it cannot die

not his own creation

On the path of oblivion

lied his grave, treacherous

and so he awaited, unaware

of the fate precarious...