My dimensions were empty when I heard a scream.
I never kissed it beacuse it was a faint delusion.
Crucified on your wall together, 
in a photographic illusion.
I never recognized the ghosts in your hair,
smeared on my neck with your blind lips.
You stab me with a mirror, reflection of a murderer fornicating my eyes.
Your sophistic fangs strip my heart,
a naked sacrilege through an angel's cloth.

You are a frozen song from a frozen tongue,
A stigma divides the scar from the burn.
Your tears are lycantrophic.
You keep them in diamond bottles.
I broke 'em, I drunk 'em.
A werewolf drowned in nyctophobia,
devouring the pleasures of lunar misantrophia.

My dimensions were bleeding when I heard a song.
I always kiss this witch-hunt from Lilith's winter.
Crucified on your wall together, 
in a seductive thunder.
I never ink down your sublimable words,
possessed I wander radiant on my blind lips.
You stab me with a clock, 
the time of my death fornicating my eyes.
Your sophistic fangs strip my heart, 
a naked mock of a valentine's rose.

© The Hex Infiniti 2012

Murder in a Suicidal Carnival

A progressive/experimental act which creates pieces of art not confined to any particular sub-genre of metal and rock. We believe in creating music which promises a never-before-experienced plane of surrealism.