Smoke amidst the petals of life by Antagonist Dead and gnarl'd thou art now, And grave morphed

you in ashes of long-forgotten winters. When dead art thou,shall I come to you? Mesmerized snowfalls upon my thorns My petals should be yours... In dantesque dioramas shalt thou breath tragedy, In my winterish arms,in the arms of one sinister Prometheus? I chocked with blood in my gullet and with the thorns of thy flowers. With hyacint eyes I behold thy death and remains just a sigh As the smoke flows amidst the petals of life In grotescuery dance,in chocking cry... I mock with the sun in thy memory And dance with the stars....