Lay down softly in my hands.
Little creature cold and sad.
Keep your head up, big wide smile.
Dry those eyes my little lamb.

The world outside is harsh and loud.
Stay here with me safe and sound.
We are strong. Just you and me.
Our secret place.
Our eternity.

The scabbard.
Is the finality.
Fatal. Flailing hopelessly
She sits. On her steel eyed throne.
She sees all, everything you think is you.
She's ready.
Steel kisses, hissing through the throat, bleeding fallen youths.
She sits tight, ready for the next days feast.

This all you that wanted.
All you ever hoped and dreamed.
This is all that you prayed for.
Through your shallow, silent screams.
Be happy and be thankful.
The pain will soon be here.
Be still and be breathe slow now
The end will set you free.

Silly.
Shamble. Dripping meat.
Happy is the corpse that sees no ground.
Do you see now?
Maggots in the ears.
He doesn't listen.
Begging for sunshine it finds only dark.

Have you eaten?
I heard you bleeding.
Dripping, that metallic drop.
Come now, feed.
Wrist is on the menu.
Scrumptious sin.
Seems hell is nearer and more real.

Lost in the dark, guided by what you hate.
Reaching the void, empty, going insane.
You call yourself a monster.
But you're not.
You see yourself in the mirrors of pain, and see your hollow soul.

Grab the hand and don't slip.
Loosening, shake off the still.
Breeze catching corpse.
Rotten. Maggots. Drafting
Hopeful and lost. Desperate.
Solice in silence.