S. H.

I'm singing on the edge of reality,

My insanity hardly noticeable,

It's this curse, my fateful finality,

That's keeps me bound to

-here

Blood drenched bedsheets

to match the blood stain curtains,

fashion to meet and greet

the filthy human urchins

walking dead

-there

Nevermind the demons in the hall,

Ignore their hungery growls

Just keep running but don't fall,

Hang onto the decrepit rail,

But just don't fall

-where

The screams of the damn,

What a lovely lullyby!

Like the cries of scraficial lambs

Too many why, why, why

-down

In the womb carries a beast

Of the deadliest intent,

To make every thing cease,

Of thee most unholiest feast!

-nothing

See nothing but darkness instead,

My vision forever tainted red,

Crimes of not doing,

Crimes of not going,

Sins of laziness

Sins of craziness

Hands filthy with transgression

Because they did naught

-alone

I'm left with the dying

Or what is now dead

Blood splatter walls,

They no longer shock,

Anymore then my murderous hands