undead
Greenlighter
he speaks in condescending tones
brings upon himself, the butcher's knife
an uninvited sorrow awakening the masses
one pound of flesh, no more no less
he wills the pain unto himself
and gargles the blood from righteous to wicked
and this room reeks of self pity
a tomb by every aspect of the word
the windows not for spacious viewing
transcendent for ventilation
he mustn't let the corpse's stench
lay still in stagnant air
non compos mentis
he lost it all
his mind had fallen nothing short of a thousand feet
buried at the crossroads as a failed attempt
his spirit trampled by every villager and passer by
he who lay violent hands upon himself shall be spared
not of life and limb rather of eulogy and epitaph
there will be no promise in the glisten of the moon
the night holds only truth and be thy will, unspoken
bite the tongue that spoke so condescendingly
and put your violent hands to use
its time for you to stand alone in silence
forever digging your own early grave
brings upon himself, the butcher's knife
an uninvited sorrow awakening the masses
one pound of flesh, no more no less
he wills the pain unto himself
and gargles the blood from righteous to wicked
and this room reeks of self pity
a tomb by every aspect of the word
the windows not for spacious viewing
transcendent for ventilation
he mustn't let the corpse's stench
lay still in stagnant air
non compos mentis
he lost it all
his mind had fallen nothing short of a thousand feet
buried at the crossroads as a failed attempt
his spirit trampled by every villager and passer by
he who lay violent hands upon himself shall be spared
not of life and limb rather of eulogy and epitaph
there will be no promise in the glisten of the moon
the night holds only truth and be thy will, unspoken
bite the tongue that spoke so condescendingly
and put your violent hands to use
its time for you to stand alone in silence
forever digging your own early grave
