Hollow Womb

Amidst chaos began sensual drama
Praisal of blood still flowing
The virgin's weep still craze the masochist
Her blood spills on trays of gold,
Screams torment the hallway
Pain..
Through the holes in her hands
Crowns of thorn creep up her spine
Collapsing dreams that chase the morning,
Show her colour of blood
A silent prayer thrown away
Wisdom left,with nothing more to say
With her wine in silence,she trembled
Breaking and shakin into the cold
Grabbed she,a mellow grip
None new.
It was just his!