Perched Upon a Rock Along a Hillside

A throne of my own demise-
Sat atop a pillar of lies-
I could get down if i tried-
But It seems I am too high-

Purple poisons and violent venom-
Genocidal mysticism-
Far beyond any realism-
Far beside what is my own vision-

Violin spider, play me a song-
So the leaves and wind may get along-
Mistakes are made, but are they wrong?-
A small bite, but the death feels so strong-

Divide sacrifice and pain-
Fuck futures' fascinating feeling-
Perched upon a rock with such a view-
Time itself is gone and fleeting