Oh, mother of manes
Tell me about your pain
Thy unnerving conquest
Is but a game
Roll the dice
And tell the price
Watch the bodies pile
Take a walk to hell
To claim your prize
Before you realise
The mythology
Metamorphosis
For in that realm-
There she frolics
With them ghosts and the dead
For that holly-holic
Alcoholic nightmare
Laid neatly on a bed
Of flames
Oh, you mother of manes
Me ?
I am
mesmerised by madness
A chaotic sadness within
Your head
Oh, my queen of dread
You are
In every withered poets dream
In words those speak
Loud enough
For the living to cherish
I must perish
Before she claims me
And another one of her lies
Oh,
and please don't tell me
It's that easy
To stay mad forever
Without ever closing your eyes.
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 12:59 PM UTC
Oh, mother of manes
Tell me about your pain
Thy unnerving conquest
Is but a game
Roll the dice
And tell the price
Watch the bodies pile
Take a walk to hell
To claim your prize
Before you realise
The mythology
Metamorphosis
For in that realm-
There she frolics
With them ghosts and the dead
For that holly-holic
Alcoholic nightmare
Laid neatly on a bed
Of flames
Oh, you mother of manes
Me ?
I am
mesmerised by madness
A chaotic sadness within
Your head
Oh, my queen of dread
You are
In every withered poets dream
In words those speak
Loud enough
For the living to cherish
I must perish
Before she claims me
And another one of her lies
Oh,
and please don't tell me
It's that easy
To stay mad forever
Without ever closing your eyes.
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