Be Still

Premeditated conscious behaviors brought on by the dead and fed to your children

Punish me for my wickedness and bury me with it

I keep my lies locked in a space of secluded emptiness 

Force fed bile for your amusement

I'm used to this abusement

 

Killing me with unadulterated pleasures 

You make the world so pretty

Taking me back and forth to dimensions of the unknown 

I drown in it

Trying to dry my blood stained eye lids

With soaked sheets of egesta 

Pure wickedness is born from the shadow of my own abnormality 

Seeing only through cimmerian of a perpetual darkness 

Keep yourself assiduous to obliterate your anamnesis 

Forgetting the true meaning of love

Raping my childhood of all that was

Lay back and relax; this will be fun

Passionately moved by your overwhelming insecure dilution of love

I move forward 

Cutting out your atrocity 

Starting with your tongue 

Tied to the bed

I bleed you dry

With Salt covered wounds 

You scream: then die