The Awakening

I came to and saw bonfires all along the beach
And that gnawing hunger says that I need to visit each
For whatever reason I don't have my tools, nothing to work with
Nothing to aid in the release of their souls, my only gift

Fucking spoons are being heated and limbs are being tied off
Super powerful plants are being rolled and smoked to produce a cough
Lines are being cut into the finest of glass for a taste
Pills are being crushed, snorted, and popped, then someone turnt up the bass

The noise was to enticing, I mean the fucking drugs smelt to dam good
Silently I approached the first bonfire with nothing but my hunger and a piece of driftwood
I'm sure that greeting were exchanged as the light appeared from under my hood
As they began to offer, hell bent on sharing with a stranger, I began swinging the wood

I'm not that sharing type, I want all of their shit for myself
I want to sit here staring into the flames, smoking until there is nothing left
with whack after whack I could hear and feel their fucking skulls crack
A high ass bitch trying to escape as I took the end and stabbed him in the back

As he lied there withering, grill contorted in a grimacing, I took the business end to his face
Eyeballs smashed, nose caved in, teeth fucking shattered and some giving the wood a taste
A Lady just realizing her fate, opened her mouth as if to scream
The gnarled wood tore through the opening, giving her throat a fucking ream

My rage increases to an inferno as their numbers dwindle
The last to be impaled I allowed her to cling to the driftwood as if it was a spindle
My senses return, the scene is satisfying, and my hunger is rekindled
Dropping down in front of the bonfire with my reward, a bag of something funky and brindle

The funk permeates as the bonfire's heat radiate
I know before firing up it's gonna take a lot more for the hunger to abate
While sitting there blowing smoke, thinking of death while staring into the fire
Baal's voice came from the flames with promises the next stop would get me higher