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GRAVE ECHOES

DRAG ME

Down into your black pit of snakes
Feel so down in the hours awake
Kill me again so you'll feel alive
The dawn's darkest when we all die
      in my hours of shame
      i am lost to the game
      and it all stays the same
I can not sleep in the silence
Echoes in absence of violence
Celluloid dreams of camphor and flame
Let me rise from the empty grave
      tapping an empty vein
      love of a welcome pain
      cutting against the grain

NOTHING

Is ever what it fucking seems
But the same old nightmares in the dream
Wish I could see the end of the road
Forget all the hateful lies spoke
      when the cold whispers tombs
      driving death into wombs
      beneath our haunted moon
I never could prepare myself
For all the makings of my own Hell
I will wade through your demented iris
Just to sample your sweet malice
      breathe deeply on the fumes
      presale tickets to doom
      at home with the exhumed

Intimacy with tragedy
Choke on the blood of enemies
      the upside of the outside
Ecstasy of agony
The killer's prints in poetry
      the riptide of the limelight
Misery is destiny
How dare you speak your blasphemy
      when insides reek of enzymes?
Leisurely rip injuries
Open my soul with devilry
      analyze the genocide

ONLY IF WE SURVIVE

ONCE upon a time
we lived as maggots
free within the LIME
AS we cut our wrists
to leech away pain
in pools of bloody PISS

Do you get the idea
Or are you just cattle?

FUCK

COME STAND WITH ME ON THE BONES OF THE SLAUGHTERED
THE SACRIFICIAL LAMBS OF YOUR SONS AND DAUGHTERS
THEN WASH THEM AWAY WITH CRIMSON WATERS

DON'T PRAY FOR US
JUST PREY FOR US
DON'T PRAY FOR US
JUST PREY FOR US

don't
you
dare
fuck
ing
pray
for
ME

Intimacy with tragedy
Choke on the blood of enemies
      the upside of the outside
Ecstasy of agony
The killer's prints in poetry
      the riptide of the limelight
Misery is destiny
How dare you speak your blasphemy
      when insides reek of enzymes?
Leisurely rip injuries
Open my soul with devilry
      analyze the genocide

only if we survive








Written by HadesRising
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© 2020 Frank Green
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