Cervix Is Low And Soft What Does This Mean

AS THE SON OF THE DEMON OF BLOOD ROSE

The son of the demon


in the infinite dark and silent night,
from the sad to the castle hill on his back
in the dark stars off
transmitting at heart a sad fate
I take the reflection in your eyes glassy
that pale sense of the eternal child.
E 'I see the blood running down your heart
deep images and distorted, twisted and death.
E 'I feel bad flood your eyes, dull and cenerei
sound hidden in a deep hatred now.
Whirlpools black light, the surround our lives
concentric and vast, dull as the sea.
E 'while we collect in them memories
of words, emotions, gifts ominous,
ending the first from the burning fire,
or to engage in their decay
the walls of hell strewn with corpses.
dreams of monsters that emerge from the past
as excruciating pangs brain
while in limbo now lost our
looking for a time to light the palace.
Misti Tiaras by a funeral omens
is wearing the sign of the hands
that shook that tore
white meat once
without bond in the soul
stern and foreboding, forever distant.
faces carved by wind turbines afraid
horror show with the decline of man
is the son of the demon screaming people
Sparla that, that judges, the monster concealed.
But now at last we will be immortal,
seeking to raise the seed of evil
and demon guarded secret where I am
live silence, waiting for the sublime moment.
Taking a rope with both hands
support for the neck, like a ritual
the evil smile is beyond the room
or seems to disappear forever and foil
and I feel the beating of a dead heart
affect the last big hustle
a splinter in the back catches on fire
no time to think, I have to finish
pride takes me, I'm stronger
bold is the courage to Those who encounter the death
look confused and sweaty oblivion
confess the evil of the world was pious
and inside the heat from high pressure
an accomplice in the chair do last tug
the rope curtains and lengthens the path
the dark corridor that never go away
I have seen so many people and too many
that this memory is dedicated to you
a grim message, but did so is love!
a bit of nostalgia, sweetness and pain
the last image from the gallows divine
while watching me the damned soul
cold and dark on the bed lying
sad is the effect that the accused guilty m'è
I see my woman strangled.

(danleroi)