Time of my unborn death

Wasnt in a good mood on new years, I was hung over with ideas and booze lol.

Time and time again, the moon falls on my spell
As the sun dies under my cold bloody hands
Death comes in certain ways and time does not tell
He pulls you down by the bits of your hair strands
Buries you underneath the skulls of betray
As the signals appear in a flashed sense
God as your witness cannot be here to stay
Pushing you away from the dungeons of heavens fence
I belong in a world where people dont believe
I torture them until they shiver and bleed
I was the unborn creature from the dying seed
I was always rotting inside and yet never to be free.

-R.D.M. II

1-1-08