THE HELL OF IT

Slow motion murder.

Laughter over slaughter.

Hollow eyes of horror.

My life is just a funeral.


Fall in love with terror.

Ice forms on the mirror.

Mouth sewn closed still smiling.

The earth's a floating mausoleum.


Home is where the cold grows gardens of my skeletons.

Timid fading heartbeat,whispers a millennium.

Aging every demon, each second gives them strength.

I writhe inside existence.

I blend within the grey.