[Tyr Zalo Hawk]: 712.Poetry.Screams of the Shattered.V1

Try to scorn me if you will,
You mistress of malevolent, misguided maladies
You temptress of tantalizing tortures
You demoness of deception
You whore…

Though you won’t succeed,
With your pieces of pathetic, perverted prose
With your lyrics of ludicrous lucidity
With your sounds of solitude
With your filth…

These, the shards of crimson
They are your legacy

But you are no more.