Memory
The wounded and dead rise again, I will feast soon again, soon my friend
It never ends, just depends on how much I spend, or give or lend.
My tongue feels a bitter pain, blisters, and sores pound like rain
This twisted game, twisted fame, enlisting shame and inviting blame
Still I came as I claimed, to forever reign over my dark terrain, but
To maintain, to sustain, I must become untamed, and rage again!
Go and play, no need to stay, no need to say what can't be explained
Simply aim to finish the game, drink and feed to further my name.
Death is something I feel not, but surely something that I have brought
Often wrought and always taught, but I cannot unravel this lethal knot.
Live forever, become the sender, lurking in shadows to become better
Study letters and collect rare feathers, clad in leather...always together
Are the ravens of the midnight sky, grasping on and learning why, knowing I
Control time, reality, space, but not mine; that star never seems to shine
Simply dying, or am I lying while you're crying, while you're trying
To convince my soul to go dining, and begin sighing, begin liking
Liking fighting, liking biting, enjoying my drinking and discarding thinking
Discard inking, giving in, wading witching the raging din of battle and
Of cattle's grim blood so thick, surely no trick, my teeth seem to ache and click
As I lick my thin lips, dreaming of drips of blood which slip down my throat
Across that moat I was forced to travel without a boat, alone to tote
My heavy load, my lengthy road, no real home; just the tone of flesh
On bone, or hissing low to conceal a growl, conceal my prowl and
Deny my power during the long, wicked hour; the evil scour the
Land I devour, seeking showers of blood which I splattered, spattered,
Smeared, drank, and craved thereafter!
Through the rafters I hide from capture, I sense sweet rapture awaiting me
Within some distant pasture, there I sit and drink my fill, no way to hide my evil laughter. |
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