venting a stream of bloody violence
merging in with the venom, cold
so cold was the faraway night of stillness
the drone was hurting the deaf ear
the crimson so painful to look at, even with the blind eye
walking away the pain numbs the heart and brain
the pain then becoming a way of 'becoming'
bearing in mind the souls are calling
wishing the path was not so crude
trudging along the path of self destruction
a freedom never known....
strange seems the awful light..
so piercingly wicked, wicked, wicked
evil takes over the heart and brain
and yet the numbing becomes profound
too broken to battle these grounds
take what was mine, for i never really owned
take forever away
for its too long...