cascades as waterfalls
down the barren barrels of desert dorsals
The enveloping pus swells larger within my cerebellum
Thunder enveloping me in emptiness and wonting sickness
Like that time I rode in your devilish car
I was helpless in the onslaught of fury and rain
As fire and brimstone ruined my parade
my city of light;
immortality lost in a maddening fright
Why am I this way?
I mourn the imagination of a tainted, sainted life
Coal is my favourite color
How can it not be when all that I am is burned, remaining as ashy embers and charred soot?
I need rebirth
From this shit, from this game
From the grave my grandfather rolls around in when he knows my disdain
The ghoul won me over
I’m waiting to glint as a weapon yet unbrandished
It will never be,
Blood was fresh before I hit the floor.