You peel your skin so what’s within gets breathing room. Another side show
in this circus malady. You lick the wounds, a tune, dripping death ‘neath this
preagnant moon, a groom exhumed
Beware my Beloved for what you did Covet
Candle eyes see our doom baby maybe I could unwind this time bomb that
ticks in your chest. Closed your eyes all too soon baby, maybe I could erase
this death wishing deathlist
To keep this safe I lace this cyanide cake with mace, fixed the bigtop over
gravesn kept the zombies at the gates. Even death would be running late.
Front row and center stage. Filled the audience with decay.

Ties, the bloodiest, lies, the Fiercer the crimes, the closer I
come to being you or myself I can’t seperate. Lives the
desolate, dies, inherited wives, your widow war remains mascara
stains, headlines and early Graves.