Feast

In fields of red

Tall grass grows

Valley of the dead

The water flows

 

Darkness shadows me, I have become thee

Hatred of the dead burn me

All around nothing but the dead

Look at them feast upon each other

For the hollowness of the soul.

 

There is nothing left

All used up

This is just a mess

Drinking blood from my cup.

 

What has happened

What went wrong

When did I hunger for none

Devour the emptiness like the rest

 

Feast on the shame of others

Feast on the empty lover

Under the cover of the blind

You were very kind

 

You feasted on me

Shown me the hollow souls

All around for the taking

I grew cold with excitement

I started by faking

But finished by liking

 

In the fields of the dead

The world f*****g blows

Valley of the dead the river flows

With the blood of our souls

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[newyearnorma]

Love this piece! Amazing write