A Fabricated Madness

Arrogance in every heart...

...I 
have walked upon 
worlds of distorted grounds
Dwelling 
in the shadows of 
cold whispers
Cloaked beneath 
moonlit skies 
of twisted heavens where 
angels bled 
and wings torn asunder
Forgotten gods 
cried with the howling 
winds
and man
blessed by betrayal
denied...

Mek
Dec08