Written in a Dream

Vermillion Siren, temptress to my sinful soul
A life of plenty is still not enough
The void ever-growing consumes all that tries to fill it
Self torment and deserved punishment
Too many hearts have been lost to this abyss of mine
Never more was wanted nor wasted
Like a fiery pulse there is the only the addiction to it
Calling louder, louder, louder
Dressed in black with a month that resides the devils tongue
Stare into it, that reflection holds true
It almost ends where it began
My corruption