Beneath strained translucent skin Veins full of insects scattering from the light My stomach a coiled viper Fangs drip venom ready to strike
Soon shall come that dire day Where hammers pummel as the echoing phrase "I'm sorry for your loss" Closes a chapter by burning the page
This disquieting silence That shadows ignorant prey Unknowing the need for vigilance Not if, but when, life tears away
Inexorable descent Visions of vultures circling overhead Mirroring the eternal cycle of violence Rats fleeing as if by compulsion Still the serpent is fed
Carrion feeders with wings of razor wire Crash their concrete bodies in a desperate anxious rage Burrowing between sinews in efforts to escape The unhallowed living tomb within which they are caged
The dread is constant Ricocheting synapse friendly fire
There is a surge of terror Charging through veins like a sudden stampede Crushed underfoot with rampaging panic A worthless battle A futile frenzy
For on that dire day Hammers will pummel as the echoing phrase "I'm sorry for your loss" Rewrites the story the world set ablaze
This uneasy quiet That engulfs dismissive hearts Exhausts denial of any vigilance Refutation - lives torn apart
The horror constant Waiting for the word Anxiety crashing in waves on the rocks of sleepless nights Below the water's surface a beast yearning for the kill Murder or face starvation so of course it will
While high above vultures bide their time Holding dominion - decimation over all diseased Patience over violence scavenging with glee and as the chapter closes it prepares to repeat
Inexorable descent Visions of vultures circling overhead Mirroring the eternal cycle of violence Rats fleeing as if by compulsion Still the serpent is fedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
