Rain to the Sound of Panic - Himsa

Tune out the noise of swan songs

That savior the passing of scarlets

Red and black on chemical romance

Rush the danger in a silhouette

Carve away the image possession

Private portal to each unnamed

Radiant — suspicious irony drowned deep in territorial pissings

My eyes are fixed on the grace of innocence

Disdained hunger tastes the gift of fatal pleasure

Just a cynic in a downpour of sentimental

Shedding these vows to the flesh of

Sweat soaked monuments

That just fall apart

Joyless devotionals spreading truth through the lips of liars

Faith and its' lore twine to mark their sacrifice

Seizing answers through the echoes of conversation

Sewn shut to replace myself in harms way

Land slides of life times smother each perfect likeness

Those sterling makeovers dance their mystery to blend

Each repulse and flourish persuading with flawless savagery

That only the lonely can understand

Panic — let it rain on me

Each so irresistible and deadly

They are the muses of existence

Swelling outcry pricks the crest of moral judgement

Infection taunts the heat of appetite

Intoxicating her thin veil of elegance

Separates the distance to tranquility

But never lets you in

Such a sight for deserted eyes and they’ll never let you in