DESCRIPTION:
And maybe it's the other way around
If they're still alive haunting my frozen, rigid face
And each time they visit they leave a spark

Penetrating
Suffocating
Punishing me
Punishing me

They,
The primal reason
The force ripping from the bottom
Forcing two moments in time
To become me
Two moments passing through space in unison
For they are the sunken city of dreams
An underwater friend

For they are phantoms born of mad man's delusions brought to life
Or maybe it was the other way around
Or maybe it was the other way around
Or maybe it was the other way around

And now was acknowledged the presence
of the Red Death. He had come like a thief
in the night. And one by one dropped
the revelers in the blood bedewed halls
of their revel, and died each in the despairing
posture of his fall.

And the flames of the tripods expired.

And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death
held illimitable dominion over all.