Familiar 2.0

In earnest anticipation of,

Familiar hovering over me
Enter hell hungry for oblivion
Stomach & soul empty from the purge
Hung over the death throne till dry heaving

Demon shoulder chip
Playing cards with the devil
Roulette gamble one can't win
Seven losses totally straight

Devil hovering over us
Enter hell we're hungry
Nothing on earth sates the lust
Stomach is soul well empty
Purged daily at the throne
Where porcelain mercy
Rains from our throats

Demon shoulder chip
Playing cards with the devil
Roulette gamble one can't win
Seven losses totally straight
Loaded chamber overload
Dialed in single order
Locked in to kill

   Crows gossip beside me, murder stains their beaks, vermilion scales of painted red dance like pawns cursing a game they never meant to play, sinisterly calm in year long trenches of venomous speech,  paper wire tapping idle of response unstable personalities bounding ridicule against f(r)iends through parasitic liquid revenge sworn unto death seething from the mouth of hate...

VoT