Post by misterpoet on Aug 4, 2006 10:06:28 GMT -5
a glistening defeat
rumbles in my soul...
i can feel the steps
coming...
they're bringing forth the hammer
to nail me to the wall
and the blood
is the indifferent kind of spectacle
that they look at
to retrieve the unholy
and soon i
become the clotted residue
and my eyes blacken...
the end of all that dies.
rumbles in my soul...
i can feel the steps
coming...
they're bringing forth the hammer
to nail me to the wall
and the blood
is the indifferent kind of spectacle
that they look at
to retrieve the unholy
and soon i
become the clotted residue
and my eyes blacken...
the end of all that dies.