masticate

 
an asylum of thought and I'm reeling
to keep it all in...impossible
leaving first a ripple then a wave
sending out madness because she is a whore I can't keep
spreading her disease on the air
a small bite then injected with despair

cunted expressions lie
I'm feeling fine is guile
I deny it so it must not be
but you feel it too
get behind me satan

your hackles raise
it must be the day of the demon
conjuring these fits
it's not lunacy when we all feel it

coming down upon our heads
entering our souls
then it begins again
a revolving door

shhh do you hear that?

the whispering
screams form upon my lips
then eclipsed by fear
I swallow them back down

a pit of bile to regurgitate
masticating the dead but not buried