Tears of Blood

I cut their eyes from their skulls
then I sharpen my blade.  
The cuts on my body scare the devil himself to death.

Maggots feed on my wounds.  
Medusa licks the blood from my heart.  
I enjoy the pain.  I will enjoy dying.

The Angel of Death comes to me in the dead of night.
He talks to me.
He's crying tears of blood while laughing hysterically.

We dream of death.
We dream of salvation from these wretched fools.
The puppets.  The slaves of this world.
Which we are.

The vulture comes to feed on my bleeding corpse.
I watch myself.
I'm being eaten alive as I write this final verse.
I breathe my final breath as they take their final bites.

The undertaker cleans my wounds.
He tosses me into the flames.
I can feel my body burning.
Tears of blood run down my cold, pale, dead face.

I am finally home.
I have salvation.
Salvation enrages the flames.

I am free.