A sailor lost at sea, he sits on the
pitch black nothing.
The air, sharp and cold, cuts the soul like a
father cuts his children.
Ruthless, merciful, nothing.
The
wind breathes new life into what's been dead all along.
The
tragedy of movement chokes the frozen heart.
The words we
speak are on a leash.
Mighty the flow, shamed and weak they crawl
back.
We died a long, long time ago.
We wait for sweet
oblivion.
Clutching, grabbing, like a crazed beast,
we fight
for what has been in our reach the whole time.
Blind and deaf,
thinking stupid, what we need is what they say.
We embrace the
darkness, scared of ourselves.
Sex, death.
Sex is death.
The
black tar running through our veins poisons our children.
Wicked,
perverted, twisted beasts we are.
We drown in the light of our
darkness.
They teach us how to die.
Mother.
Father.
We
drop dead and continue pacing.
Walking towards disgusting
desires.
We don't want you.
We want to be free.
Run.
Run
through the glass,
let your feet stroke the grass.
Grass of
home, we praise you.
We are bored of living.
Life drains
our life.
One step forth, two steps back.
Two steps forth, five
steps back.
I want to die.
Do you want to die?
I want to
die!
Walk through the door.
One too many.
Poisonous gas
we breathe, and we love it.
We hate it.
They call upon
their Putrid King,
he knights them with his rotten sword.
Vomit
and s**t lie beyond the wall.
We are shaking.
We are
finished.
We are still.