A Skeptic Between Lovers

Gathered around me like thousands of flickering candles Stars were exploding as I approached the pantheon I could feel the tunnel narrowing in my descent Claustrophobia supreme Head first, frozen flesh and cells deteriorating before us, We are estranged, but this grip is not Long after these ties of veins and sacrifice have frozen Their pulse defies death, post-asphyxiation... The pain will only make the voices linger I can feel the tunnel narrowing in my descent Beg for my life Shallow ground materializes below me My wings ignite and flail, disintegrating Where no prayer can shatter the glass beneath As long as blood promises remain firm And slavery goes justified I asked you not to follow me And you did because you were a part of my veins I will eviscerate us together Agony, like it's meant to be Then, the silence of an abused and empty paradise Unfit for all but those that sacrificed their wings In their descent