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- - - TASTE THE DEATH - - -

Across the hills and over the summit
I patiently wait as the screws turn
The winter winds crash as the rains plummet
I destroy the world as your cities burn

Vengeance is fine and it is my right
The waning moon casts its light on bodies
Left to decay in the bitter night
Like those frigid carbon copy trophies

Can you taste the death
On the eve of your last breath?

Left out in the cold
Festering away with mold

My reasoning cannot be explained
For this, my gnawing, ever-present hate
I'm on the verge of going insane
Lost in my self-pity and goddamn rage

This presence is growing stronger ever day
A crimson smear on the backdrop of concrete grey
A hitchhiker in my head alive with pain
Who's blood is on my hands?
The shifting in the sands
There's nothing left to take

Can you feel the dirt?
The closing walls of the earth

Left alone today
In the confines of your grave

I can hear the lonesome song of the crows
As they murder their way through graveyards
Dramatically, on their way to secret shows
Lamenting the tales to bards and black hearts

Can you smell the death
On the eve of your last breath?

Left alone today
In the confines of your grave

(c) 2015 Frank Green

Written by HadesRising

Published 7th Aug 2015

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Re. - - - TASTE THE DEATH - - -

crimsin (Unveiling)

7th Aug 2015 00:44am

Sir Hades I love this wicked ink..

this part really hit me..

"My reasoning cannot be explained
For this, my gnawing, ever-present hate
I'm on the verge of going insane
Lost in my self-pity and goddamn rage"

I can feel the anger pouring from the page..

and this excellent..

"This presence is growing stronger ever day
A crimson smear on the backdrop of concrete grey
A hitchhiker in my head alive with pain
Who's blood is on my hands?
The shifting in the sands
There's nothing left to take

Can you feel the dirt?
The closing walls of the earth

Left alone today
In the confines of your grave"

I feel the earth closing in on me with this dark ink..

again wicked write with love Crim