Drops of death

Drops of slow death
are thrilling my body
It may be the cold
in the bottom of my well
Life is little
All paths dark and humid
Bravery surplus
Lies empire
Deep sleep and a loss of innate fears in my head

A union craving
with missing emotions
A social razing
with blasphemy names
How come I am on their dock
Accusations of betrayal
Guilt is no longer felt
but disgust and some shock



Liquid resurrection for the living undead
Piercing our vessels like barrels in a depot
While yourself weeps at the feet of your god
and your blood slowly dripping...
painting the floor like a dead artist shred