Of Masks And Martyrs

<br>as we bleed you feast on what is left<br>of waking nightmares, prayers best left unsaid<br>sinking inside of the beasts we shall be<br>feeling desires buried, dreams best left to sleep<br>suffer the absence of beauty to know<br>years beaten down, passions unknown<br>the bitterest ashes are the souls unwept tears<br>walls of your heaven and pit of your fears<br><br>the heavens will fall and stars rain down<br>on the backs of the broken<br>upon those whose beauty is spit upon<br>whose desire you shit upon<br>if this is what your life will take from me<br>if this is what your world will make of me<br><br>these words which we cannot speak<br>for the fallen are lost through the absence of dreams<br>in skies that are ever bright we cast wishes into the darkness<br>for the stench of your heaven clings to me<br>and the stars weep for my shame<br>this long, dark age has given us but faded memory<br><br>-and all the words we will not write<br>-and all the dreams that die tonight<br>-and all the love in hearts grown cold<br>-and all the beauty never known<br><br>as heavens winds are rancid sweet<br>as angels breath of carrion reek<br>suffer the children as they will dream<br>as empty souls breed worthless ends<br>as bitter hands stroke passions spent<br>hearts burned to black with the fires of prayers for the end<br><br>and the stars weep for my shame<br>this long, dark age has given us the faded memory<br>of passions spent - give me breath to face another day<br>if this is what your life will take from me<br>if this is what your world will make of me<br><br>if this is what the world has made of me<br>then let it live with the consequences