Paradise Lost

Wolves howl at the gates, under a blood-red moon,

A symphony of dread, where shadows loom.

Hunger sharp in their eyes, like daggers of despair,

Their tears turn red, a testament to the nightmare.

 

The heart turns to stone, cold as a grave,

In a world of the lost, where hope can't be saved.

Human beasts roam, flesh they enslave,

A puppet parade, where none are brave.

 

In the alleys where darkness swallows the light,

Blood puppets dance, in the dead of the night.

The clock ticks slow, time stutters in fear,

As hope fades away, whispers draw near.

 

Misery reigns, where love should reside,

A parade of the lost, where dreams are denied.

In every heartbeat, echoes of dread,

Paradise lost, with the living dead.

 

Paradise lost, buried deep in the dust,

At what cost? Trust turned to rust.

In this hell we tread, with blood on our hands,

Paradise lost, mere pawns in their plans.

 

Tortured souls wander through the dead of the night,

Fingers of darkness snuffing out light.

Raped innocence screams, a haunting silence,

Family bonds shattered, brutal defiance.

 

Suicide whispers, a relentless, cold call,

In the mirror reflects the rise and the fall.

Crimson rivers stain the streets of despair,

Killers walk free, a devil-may-care.

 

Circles of torment, a sickening game,

Monsters in disguise, they share the blame.

Dreams of tomorrow, buried under darkn skies,

Presidents preach with hollow, empty lies.