I have welcomed you back, my love
Welcome back to hell.
I issued a fair warning to the call-man
On the watchtower, I told him
“Would you believe this if I told you?”
“You tell him that I am coming for him!”
“. . . and there will be more than hell to pay. . .”
More than I could have ever dreamed. . .
His blood is my blood
&
My blood is his.
I will drown in it one day.
He walks slowly into the center of my vision.
I smell a false sense of fear,
Was it I or him that reeked of this
Blurred illusion of what we both shook from?
I heard a child’s laughter in the fog (again)
Was it I or him that brought this
Old demon back in?
I saw a trembling hand raise
As the fire blazed in and out
A knife became shape (again)
Was it I or him that first reckoned this
Evil deed of sin?
I felt the blade slide in (again)
Was it I or him that took this
Task, this burden, this dream
And crafted it into our own ****** up reality
The blood was thick on the ground
I taste that old familiar taste
That ironic, irony, iron taste . . . old blood
But again, was it I or him that began
To sink not swim into this
River of blood?
My throat is fully coated in iron
(Steal diamonds and gold)
From that nightmare/dream
And I lie here in my bed and think back
To “where the **** is my coat?’
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 8:48 AM UTC
I have welcomed you back, my love
Welcome back to hell.
I issued a fair warning to the call-man
On the watchtower, I told him
“Would you believe this if I told you?”
“You tell him that I am coming for him!”
“. . . and there will be more than hell to pay. . .”
More than I could have ever dreamed. . .
His blood is my blood
&
My blood is his.
I will drown in it one day.
He walks slowly into the center of my vision.
I smell a false sense of fear,
Was it I or him that reeked of this
Blurred illusion of what we both shook from?
I heard a child’s laughter in the fog (again)
Was it I or him that brought this
Old demon back in?
I saw a trembling hand raise
As the fire blazed in and out
A knife became shape (again)
Was it I or him that first reckoned this
Evil deed of sin?
I felt the blade slide in (again)
Was it I or him that took this
Task, this burden, this dream
And crafted it into our own ****** up reality
The blood was thick on the ground
I taste that old familiar taste
That ironic, irony, iron taste . . . old blood
But again, was it I or him that began
To sink not swim into this
River of blood?
My throat is fully coated in iron
(Steal diamonds and gold)
From that nightmare/dream
And I lie here in my bed and think back
To “where the **** is my coat?’
Last night's dream. . .
Thank you Father.
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