Take all that I own
The children of my thoughts
Severed from completion
Haunt me with your zombie right
You, walking dead, making
Hellish nightmare of my pride
Have the arms that bear my burden
And the ligaments that establish your being
And dial the number that numbs me mad
I have brought you upon myself, shackle of decaying flesh
And to sate my blood-lust
I ill take this hurt mass
And rip it from my flesh
In rose petal patterns
I will remove the excess limbs
Holding onto the past
And cleaver my ambitions for everything left
And in the mass of my meat and muscle
And the weight of every drop of blood I've bled
I will form a Lazarus start
Through the halls of beautiful dismemberment
Through the multitude of converging paths
I forge a new way
I forge my own way
(It is a strange night that the wind does not make a sound)
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 1:58 PM UTC
Take all that I own
The children of my thoughts
Severed from completion
Haunt me with your zombie right
You, walking dead, making
Hellish nightmare of my pride
Have the arms that bear my burden
And the ligaments that establish your being
And dial the number that numbs me mad
I have brought you upon myself, shackle of decaying flesh
And to sate my blood-lust
I ill take this hurt mass
And rip it from my flesh
In rose petal patterns
I will remove the excess limbs
Holding onto the past
And cleaver my ambitions for everything left
And in the mass of my meat and muscle
And the weight of every drop of blood I've bled
I will form a Lazarus start
Through the halls of beautiful dismemberment
Through the multitude of converging paths
I forge a new way
I forge my own way
(It is a strange night that the wind does not make a sound)
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