Relinquish the Chains
by Derek

Whisperers of the eternal curses,
Blasphemers of the haunting face,
Angels of this Nightmare's lust . . .
come away with me from this place.

Our hearts will quicken unto the Fall;
Our bodies thrash past joy and pain.
This knowledge of self, and ourselves,
oh, my disciples, how can we abstain?

The walls are crumbling around us,
The ceilings, cracked and shattered,
The world is torn, its life lay bleeding--
as though such a concern ever mattered.

We will herald the beginning and the end;
Our hands, our lips, our souls as one.
The laughter and the smile . . . the beauty.
The beauty of what we have undone . . .