The parasites have found the time to kill something bold.
It’s the thrill of the chase without the hunters!
It’s the satisfaction of the other’s reaction as they’re going under!
No longer alone, their eyes on fingertips and throwing ghosts.
You know who you are; you know what you’ve done.
I know where you are and what you have become.
and gut your memory, severing the ties that bind.
You were my Judas; your lips still burn my cheek.
You were a liar.
You are a liar.
If I cannot break it am I able to be Cain?
I cannot love.
I shall not hate.
I will give anything to feel it’s not too late.
It’s a fury that burns with all the others.
It’s emancipation. Infatuation. Desecration.
We are your faith denied. We are your jealous screams.
We are the murdered. We are the murderers.
We are the victims. We are your weapons.
We’ll raise a glass to the one-eyed moon!
With the subtlety of dynamite the brothel will swoon
Hurling their harlots screaming in scarlet,
Muttering hymns for the nearly departed.
We’re blind to golden yesterdays and their shimmering corruptions…
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