To a dying roar

I empty the champagne bottle of agonies.
It was black, as I was.
I cut my veins and drench myself in hot red blood.
My sense went cold as ice.
Adorned in violet lilacs;
My dead bed grinned just for me.
I wanted to freeze...
So my blood could clot and my wounds would dry.
I am a fading body ...
My soul is lost to a distant land where vision could not see.
With the sound of my cry,
Trembled the wild of the woods.
Just like a stream it flowed;
My blood, tasting the fallen lifeless plants.
And like fire, I raged high, till I could feel the sky...
Till it could burn me to dust.
The darkest songs of the raven, which vanishes bit by bit...
The haunted beast of the castle, who is dying day by day...
I weep no more, for I am dead.
Life is stained with the ink of death.
And my hands are wide open;
To cherish you  'Thanatos'...