Darkness threads through my skin, my master hangs...
Wire slices though my heart these strings cut to...
We were eight,
At the time we came...
Lips are stitched and sealed
Words of pain are left unspoken...
I sing a song only heard by the dying,
A song that is sung by all who are crying...
Its upon my guilty conscience
That at night I weep...
Caught in a dream, glancing out the window,
I see what I want in my own imaginary...
.
In between elastic ticks...
Emotion seems so far away
A poison so divine...
A river streams down your face,
You whisper "I'm such a disgrace"...
The Apocalypse
Seas of blood flowing in our oceans...
Tightropes laced across the valley of massacre
Coaxing minotaurs guarding the entrance to misery...
"Hello Mr. Scissors and
Ms. Razor Blade." I see you...