Bleeding, weeping,
coagulation sets in
A bolt in my head! The grisly aftermath of a life
spent
waiting for the carnage to come

I love the stench
of my brothers, my sisters
bloodsoaked and lifeless

Sinew, clots, cream of the crop
Bile, intestines
scrap heap to be digested

this love never dies


Lyrics submitted by bitterbrian

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