Selfish Demise

It's a telltale sign of hell's punishment Hear it in the wind, the fool's lament The storm is taking its lasting form Slowly the highest heavens are thorn Thunder roaring like proudest lion Barely a man in disguise of buffoon He stands with dignity at the front of the line A mantra endless, repeating to self: It's all fine But on this night ominous, things are different A black knight rides his horse, eyes deferent Refusing to meet the scarlet starlit sea Meeting his doppelganger over cup of tea Tonight, a murder takes place Slicing your veins with a lace Made of unchanging eternity Dying in all beautiful placidity The mirror shatters, bleeding feelings unspoken By trepidation, anxiety, agitation overtaken! Revealing the unpleasant reality publicly As what is life runs down on the ground freely The glass pulsing with ungodly desires A massacre caused by your crimson ires Murderer and victim one and the same You and your inner-demons never tame The rain and the storm are inside your soul The ice of time, that wind blowing so cold It is all within your flesh and bones As you forgot the colors and tones Of this world quite miserly You've made for yourself meekly In the end, all I can say my young friend Is that unsurprisingly you appear to be fiend That is why, I must say it immediately Loudly, without even the slightest subtlety Your hands are covered in your own blood Your visage twisted by your own wounds You are your own selfish demise