R.I.P.

Give away broken dreams, broken hope
Grind their bones and make a salt
In a skin leather bag poured the hemorrhage
Sand paper tongue licking the cut

A ghostly chorus of children’s song
Rapturous angels in harmony
Yet there sire’s tears fall unquiet
These ghastly hollows they retreat

This anger shall never die!
This hate will give a strength!
And I will pour my rage into your souls!
Smiling in vicious delight at your suffering!

Give us a smile now…
Unto death your shadow haunts me not…
Should of ghosted me when you had the chance…
Now this monster you made feeds on your rot…