Join me in killing all the flowers,
Join me in killing all the weak,
I see you swimming in your vomit,
Deluding yourself & finding all you seek,
I know you need to fill your quoter,
I know where you can find your kill,
It’s hiding in a sea of bloody thorns,
It will surely make the bottle fill,
Your sick and twisted valley,
Of restless rotting souls,
Is hidden and remorseless,
With the bodies roped to their poles,
One day the sun will fail to rise,
I will know you’ve done your deed,
Your wish of eternal darkness,
Has been granted for your need. |
