Cephalic Carnage

Chasing lies
that which hurts most
believing
leave it
when it comes
let go of fear
take it
as I said
you will like it
being here
burning
the dust we become coats the dust we come from
digging deep, frozen grave, through cold veins, and to feel, cold blood race, proof of
emptiness, and when it's done, dust we become coats the dust we come from
fingers pierce – my soul is pulled – from my body – is cast down – from heaven comes exile
left behind
wanting to breath
start the fires