This blood of mine
no longer divine,
it twist and turns
drips and burns
this flesh, now rests
set in fire, torn and tired
these eyes are restless
the mind, is reckless...
these hands, are dangerous
emotions are thoughts
and thoughts are emotions
denial brings forth the trial
of lies and deceit, feeling defeated
if only I would have retreated
back into this head, cold and quiet
screams elicit no sound, just silence
things here get much too violent
missing people, there is true evil
within the town, they're buried and drowned
Bleeding cuts, now filled with guts
eyes are blind, tongue is severed
the foggy air blocks out the weather
only the brave survive, the other's die
never to be remembered, this cold December
Demented thoughts, beginning to clot
the white noise, drowns out the voice
feeling tired, exhale dire breaths of fire
the beast will sleep, those who remain, will weep.