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
