Left Vulnerable.
Like I always was,
Only this time with
Vultures circling
To take a bite of me
From my ironically
Deep grave.

Everyone wants a piece.
Not least the worker ants
Who lost their Queen,
End of the gene pool,
We snatched their only one.

You only live once.
But die a million deaths,
One life, one sentence.
Well I lost that one chance,
No use shifting the blame
On demons. That Demon.
I'll feed your chocolate addiction
With a trip to the supermarket
So you regurgitate the acid
And scorch my skin.

Make me feel.
Impale me like a
Christingle with
Ten-fold sharp cocktail sticks.
I am the cheese and pineapple
That turned sour
Before the sell-by-date,
Watch me poison
Your stomach with sickness.

Not too healthy myself.
Must be the mould
Penetrating my skin.
You wouldn't guess
From my pale complexion
I had issues with freedom.

I tried to find my key
In the daylight once,
But got stopped in the motions
With no honest way out.

Desolation is what my deviant
Mistakes have led me to,
It takes only one wrong turning
That signpost was so misleading...

It had started with seduction.
My skin had become a warzone
For favours, lend me your mouth
With your tongue.
Maybe it was hurt and not pleasure,
I'm not sure I'd do it again.

Perhaps starting work was an error.
Should've stayed home, been ordained,
Not joking or pleading
I'm telling. You've sucked
Out all my good and
There's nothing for the
Bad lies out there on the moors.

Not to mention the lost memories.
There's no view from this tinted glass window of monotone,
Just shapes on a second hand screen.
The silhouettes act out my memories
While white shattered bone shards stay scattered.

We are
The sound
Vision
And action
Of God
Please forgive us.
Burn in hell
For our done deeds.

The clock's not there to turn back,
So plunge me down into uncertainty
With lakes of liquid in my lungs.

There was nothing left to destroy.