Crooked Teeth in the Garden

Roses bloomed through carnage here.

The ravens never dared to interfere.

Beneath the altar, beneath the stone,

A kingdom risen from broken bones.

Pink satin draped across the throne,

A thousand names carved into stone.

The chapel walls have learned to bleed,

And nothing here is what it seems.

A crown of thorns, a mouth of gold,

Beautiful lies that were bought and sold.

The moon bears witness, pale and blind,

To all the kingdoms we left behind.

Let the heavens burn to ash,

Crooked grins as angels bare their teeth.

There are monsters in the garden

Stuck with demons clawing underneath.

I have danced with death in silence,

Wore your darkness like a crown.

Tongue kissed with quiet surrender.

Bargained with the depths of Hell.

Black feathers scattered on the floor,

Blood roses for the broken door.

The chains still hang where I once stood,

Nothing left misunderstood.

My trembling hands, no final plea,

No martyr left for you to see.

The grave was never meant for me.

Let the heavens burn to ash,

Crooked grins as angels bare their teeth.

There are monsters in the garden

Stuck with demons clawing underneath.

I have danced with death in silence,

Wore your darkness like a crown.

Tongue kissed with quiet surrender.

Bargained with the depths of Hell.

There is no beauty without ruin,

No resurrection without death.

I have walked through hollow cathedrals

With a kingdom in my chest.

And the moon will never tell you

It used to be the sun to me.

Some things die to lay beneath the roses.

Some things learn to show their crooked teeth.

NO SAINTS.

NO SAVIORS.

NO MERCY LEFT TO GIVE.

LET THE BELLS RING!

LET THE CROWS FEED!

LET THE WHOLE DAMN GARDEN

GROW FROM THE SEEDS!

I AM NOT THE RUINS!

I AM WHAT REMAINS!

Let the heavens burn to ash,

Crooked grins as angels bare their teeth.

There are monsters in the garden

Stuck with demons clawing underneath.

I have danced with death in silence,

Wore your darkness like a crown.

Tongue kissed with quiet surrender.

Bargained with the depths of Hell.

And when the last rose withers,

When the final raven flies,

There'll be no grave beneath this garden.

Only broken bones...

And a forgotten throne beneath the sky