I dare not
look at god's scintillating
scorcher of an eye

only the bold would walk forward into hell

concrete callings
beckon to the place where
at least the prince knows

the blood is on your hands

fire take me now
no one could teach me to
see the devil for what he is

smoke wheels manifest from the
fog oozing from the
forsaken ground of
crying corpses

I am lost, I am lost
in the month of hollow hearts
if I close my eyes
I see the shard of heaven in your chest

don't dare look away
I have always killed for you