Aranea Key — Blood and Silk, pt II

Gold key froze in the crimson door, Cold feet stuck to the marble floor, Black-star pulsed in the frosted glass, Then my old life burned in the aftermath. Glass still shook from the heart I woke, Black thread twitched where my fear had broke. Resort lights buzzed through a crimson smoke, That's when the island changed its fucking tone! Marble halls had a pulse in the seams, Gold walls breathed like they swallowed screams. Perfume choked every bleach-clean dream, I know these rooms hid a torture machine. Guest list flipped into shadow names, Vacation burned in a firewall blaze. I saw old blood in a black-star tree, Roots ran deep where the saints don’t see. Found one file with my face in the line, Three dead mothers in a bloodline shrine. Vexis watched through emerald glass, Wicked grin like a demon’s laugh. Silk stairs curled to a locked-down wing, Chrome doors hummed from a birthing machine. Girls got renamed by a red-ink pen, Then dressed like dolls for the wolves again. I heard names in the black walls breathe, Saw broken hands reach from underneath. My fear went still, then bared its teeth, ’Cause mercy was sharpening... the inside of me. Aranea Key got teeth in the walls, Gold doors grin where the pretty girls fall. Paradise grins with a cold-ass smile, Gold trap built on a private isle. Aranea Key, don’t sleep, don’t breathe, Black roots in the family trees. They wrote our names where the saints don’t see, Now something broken... is waking in me. I saw one shake with her makeup half-done, Mascara rain where the rich boys won. Gold cuffs hid what her wrists had become, She mouthed, “Don’t fight,” but her eyes said, “Run.” One held her torn dress closed, Smile stitched tight while her panic froze. They taught her grace like a prison pose, Then sold her name with a ballroom rose. Others moved through the mirrored hall, Same calm mask, same silent call. Every room held a swallowed prayer, Every breath prayed, “Nobody cares.” Then I saw mine on the center screen, Black-Star marked in a violet sheen. That shit woke something deep in my chest, My fear laid down but it couldn’t rest. One hand found mine in the dark hall, One voice cracked through the black wall. She said, “If you run, we all burn in pain...” Then my fear turned to fucking rage... Down below where the chapel bled, I found black-star charts on the walls in red. Family trees with the roots gone dead, Names crossed out where the daughters bled. Vexis wrote in a flawless hand, “One bloodline broke... the mortal strand. Croatoan needs... the ash to stand, Black-Star wakes... without command.” Nursery files... where no babies cried, Birth dates circled... where the angels died. I saw girls marked... where the bloodlines feed, While rotten men fed the machine its greed. Ashfall burned on every page, World collapse in a gilded cage. I saw the end in their family tree, Then the black roots... started watching me... They dragged us back through the velvet hall, Gold masks laughed while the chandeliers crawled. One girl dropped, but I caught her fall, Then rage wrote teeth on the fucking walls. Alarms rang in a soft gold tone, Red lights crawled through the polished stone. I felt their pain running through my veins, Like broken prayers turning into chains. Heart kicked wrong with a second sound, Black thread twitched when I hit the ground. I felt rage turn my mercy cold, Like black silk wrapped around my soul. I stopped begging for a locked door key, Stopped praying some god would rescue me. If hell made women into property, Then hell was gonna learn from me. I heard my mercy start to bleed, Felt black roots curl beneath my knees. Their pain got louder than my need, And rage became the air I breathe. Aranea Key got teeth in the walls, Gold doors grin where the rich boys fall. Heaven upstairs, hell underneath, Paradise smiles with blood in its teeth. Aranea Key, don’t sleep, don’t breathe, Black roots hum from underneath. They wrote my name in a black decree, Now something wicked is taking over in me... One switch clicked and the lights went low, One thread moved where my pulse said go. One voice rose in the red-room glow, Then the whole damn island felt me grow. Wave by wave, I could feel them breathe, Black souls curled underneath the sea. Door by door, I could hear them within, Blood marked silk where the end begins. I wasn’t free, But I know what comes next... Black thread... Sharp breath... Heart of Wrath... MAIDENS OF DEATH!