My own religion of sacrifice

Red room, red room,
Old sold wicca of Orpheus
Song. Long pink robe
Family full of birth
White white? Waning wailing
Clean. Glowing clean. Black sweets,
Voice sweets, clean, clean,
Fly, die. Circle, circle
Forever death. Ever death
Pricked light from candles
Communication ceased:
Red room, room, room.

Injury of a doctor, injury of pain,
Distance resistance goodbyes are spoken
No night as light as love
Light. The nurses eyes
Punctured by a thorn
Talking to me? Short-lived enjoyment
Death. Peaceful death. Waxing moon,
Calling moon, death, death,
Petal, metal. Bird, bird
Never flown. Ever flown.
It fell to the ground
And joined me:
Red room, room, room.