• Skies are screaming,
    Blood red streaks across the sky,
    darkness shrouding the world slowly entangling you,
    follow your beating heart,
    for it leads you astray while being so truthful,
    it is following the path thats been set before you,
    Skies are red,
    and no longer dreaming,
    the darkness taints the world as followed by the twilight vines,
    Vines of ember,
    vines of gold,
    vines of desire,
    vines of false hope,
    so tempting in the wines they create you never see the poison laced within,
    the berries that were so fruitful bear death upon your indulgence,
    and so it lays upon the world to see ts end come here,
    Its drying the streaks within,
    tears black with soot and from ash,
    this is not hell,
    its the world you helped create,
    Its the world....
    Of The Twilight Vines.