Death of the Dark Lord

Imprison my opaque soul
A reflective bottle should do
With a liquid cork to protect
My fake innocence prevails

Rotate me downside up
Stomach vaporized to gas
The cold wind drifts it away
Find me flaming airbags
And empty containment trees

Don't leave a sour residue
A sour taste in my heart's glass
In my heart it breathes
But it escaped yesterday

A woody touch splinters you
Soft pain like heavy garlands
Welcome,
Oh! New and improved potion
Who said your wine is potent

Bred by a crushing mom
My juices touched oxygen
Stained by brother's blood
Yet not blessed
By sisterly love

Don't leave a sour residue
A sour taste in my heart's glass
In my heart it breathes
But it escaped yesterday

Childhood memories as dark as stone cellars
Barren like my vision of life
Waiting for my blood to mature
Metallic smell of fermented gore

Don't leave a sour residue
A sour taste in my heart's glass
In my heart it breathes
But it escaped yesterday

Today
I pine for total concentration
Don't need information or taste
Just burn soluble remains
No more pain
My vines entertain