Sanguine for thy elimination

The solution in snuffing out all the human race

A little shadow running across the concrete

Losing itself in the vast sunset

Between the clouds the dusk illuminates a face

Deficient fear gasping the worthless

Malignantly useless

The last messiah′s never-ending chant

As the crimson curtain closes

And the lights have now dimmed

Memories will be carved in coffins

A sash of despair sacking one's soul

Behold the pacifier

A selfless benefactor of those who never were

The last standing man to burn the book of his kind

Accepting its shining defeat

The warmth embracing his heart

A mirage dangling at the edge of glory

To leave or to hold, for I am a mirage

Lighting a candle to ignite my human condition

A healer of aches consuming the wrinkled face

Lost in his abyssic and contorted mind

Consumed far beyond the improvement

The pieces have now been assembled

Self-destruction in despair

To crave his grief

The arsonist of his time

Hissing wordless voices of those who were dead

Beyond the clearing of flames

Sealing our icy tomb

In madness

In chaos

Bone-deep mayhem

In devastation of flesh

Gardens

Of untold stories

Rebirthing among the smoke

Screams and fear

Turning silent among the dead

Tyrannical militant

The arsonist of his time

Flooded with the luminous sunshine

Enticing the weary traveler

To fail at life