The Kingdom Of Pain

Tick tock

The raven calls

Blisters on your skin

Burned by the fires

Of your petty hearts desires

Walking in shame

A fool

Caught up

In an endless game

Of silent tragedy

Sweet release

Will never come

Love

Tugs at your soul

Cuts you wide open

As that one special cockroaches

Hatches eggs

In the essence of your deformed essence

Licks your corpse

And fills you

With false hope

Because

The one you want

Is hell on heels

The monster

You made her

She gets off

On watching you beg

Her to stay

While she slings you around

Your needy and clingy

Desperate for her attention

Giving all

Getting nada

So run the race

Where the wolves hunt

Prey

In their metallic eyes

A feast for the night

Something so innocent

On the playground

Of no return

Where the vines cascade

Up cold stone walls

Of infinite suffering

And the waters

Run red with plasma

Victims

Only the ignorant

Dare

Mingle here