Drain the abscess, ease the swelling
Bring the terror back where it belongs
Let no man see the folly
Of believing that he’s god
Let the pressure build within
Until the soul is doomed to crack
Temper goodness in a furnace
Fueled by anger, shame, and misery
The essence that remains is little more than ash
Serve his head upon a plate,
His presence is a cancer
It will devour from inside
Consume your better nature
The reflections turns grotesque
When you’ve locked eyes with the abyss
And stared too long into the black
Probing empty depths
Nothing left to do
But let the wound bleed out
The salt and searing lemon
Remove all hint of doubt
The pain you feel is real
No phantom shadow or an echo
Reminding you that Death still lingers close
behind
With baited breath upon your neck
The kiss that falls from tarnished lips
Burns hot upon the touch
‘til nothing’s left but fear and sorrow
The burden of this life, the cost just far too
much
