read the flame
if you want to put out the fire
lies are there
burning your mask to the bone
can’t you see?
every day silent overkill proceeds funeral choirs
son of man
pay for the discomfort you caused me
I have been waiting
slaughtering time for corrupt designs
hastily promised to bodies in dire need
of the eternal road
I refuse to regret milestones
slippery slope
mud we faced
to episodes of self-creation
my bad if the future doesn’t happen
the way we imagined the higher forces
as vampires came and went
what a joke
now conquered
I am willing to burn down the stage
we danced the macabre on
every trench of the last frontier
everything