My Suede Side

Love sounds the beat to my broken heart, filled by the hate to relieve my fate. The clouds darken, the thunder strikes the membrane surrounding my mind, ear piercing aches cause tears to fake, eyes bleeding by visions, the ace will be spaded by the rake. Pale deformities stalks my suede side, my lovefor pain invites the ride, by the cross which cuts my wrists to bleed, i will subside, i will have no need to succeed. Black darkness will guide me, through the brightest of lights, left will war to theecho, seven shallows to right. The bat sees the unseen, without the sanctuary chained to sight.