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THE KING OF CARRION
I fail to see the calm before the storm
The seeds of bloodshed stirring like a worm
Burrowing through the gristle like a king come to conquer
What have I become if not a chosen monster?
You have created me, the vermin in your image
The beast awakens to destroy all, hungry and driven
Every last fucking lie you have ever uttered
Was tattooed on wasted flesh, tortured in agony
The devil has come to ink his page
From skin to skin from madness to rage
Every last fucking lie you have ever uttered
Was tattooed on wasted flesh, tortured in misery
The marrow in my bones speaks volumes of your mallet
As I crawl from darkness to feed with the maggots
On the scraps you left behind as you carry on
Ravens circle like a crown for The King of Carrion
Beneath the facade of righteous demons
I spit words laced with poison and venom
I am standing at your open grave
You’re lifeless cradled to my chest
I am kneeling at your open grave
And grasping at each gasping breath
I am weeping at your open grave
And I can never say goodbye - NO!
I am empty at your open grave
Where the last visage of love dies
DIES!
The roses have long since withered away
To pass beyond just like a victim plagued
By a death worse than anything God could ever dream of
When two hearts learned to hate and finally became one
The monster you made will live forever severed
From the veins that give life as I succumb to the never
Every last fucking lie you have ever uttered
Was tattooed on wasted flesh, tortured in misery
The devil has come to ink his page
From skin to skin from madness to rage
Every last fucking lie you have ever uttered
Was tattooed on wasted flesh, tortured in agony
I see the world through your eyes, decayed and eaten by worms
I await the end the clock slowly fucking turns
Wish upon the memory of your vivid scar
As I hold your black heart in a tarnished canopic jar
For all eternity neverlasting
‘Til the end at the final unmasking
I am standing at your open grave
You’re lifeless cradled to my chest
I am kneeling at your open grave
And grasping at each gasping breath
I am weeping at your open grave
And I can never say goodbye - NO!
I am empty at your open grave
Where the last visage of love dies
FUCKING DIES!
My darkness
Incomplete
Without you
Fucking here
Every last fucking lie you have ever uttered
Was tattooed on wasted flesh, tortured in agony
The devil has come to ink his page
From skin to skin from madness to rage
Every last fucking lie you have ever uttered
Was tattooed on wasted flesh, tortured in misery
I am standing at your open grave
You’re lifeless cradled to my chest
I am kneeling at your open grave
And grasping at each gasping breath
I am weeping at your open grave
And I can never say goodbye - NO!
I am empty at your open grave
Where the last visage of love dies
FUCKING DIES!
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Published 28th May 2017
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28th May 2017 11:34pm
"I see the world through your eyes, decayed and eaten by worms
I await the end the clock slowly fucking turns
Wish upon the memory of your vivid scar
As I hold your black heart in a tarnished canopic jar"
you are forever the Master of the blackened quill my Dark Lord I bow before you..
love Crim
I await the end the clock slowly fucking turns
Wish upon the memory of your vivid scar
As I hold your black heart in a tarnished canopic jar"
you are forever the Master of the blackened quill my Dark Lord I bow before you..
love Crim
29th May 2017 1:20am
