The Intermission

Run the film, knowledge is evil.

Sight is life.

Ignorance is like a knife

Cutting through the soul.

 

If it had not been for the last orgy of the damned,

I would dance on the graves of my friends.

 

Cry in the slime of your degenerate drain.

You are all blind and lifeless.

I know too much so I am too.

 

Paint my eyes and sever my tongue.

I have seen and said too much.

 

Ride the phallic symbol into cobwebs of what should have been.

Your birth,

Spontaneously combusting into knowledge.

 

The intermission is about to begin.

!!! LEAVE !!!

 

Wish no more as you sleep in Death’s Bed.

Pull the sheet up to your neck and cower.

 

Intermission is over

 

The film is broken.

 

No refund

 

No exchange

 

Just emptiness