All the anger, all the rage
Kept me unfolding every page
Torn and tattered was that soul
Mine o mine you may not know
For whatever had been said and done
In whatever state where no moon or sun
I reached out for the sky and wandered off into the wilds
And killed the living in the dark
I cracked my knuckle and choked on smoke
Grease was evoking throughout though
That was not what I saw
Garden flowers turned into purple black
Crimson red filled the whole bed
Thorns on roses poke through the skins of humans
And flesh bled like the leaking tap
Cellophane paper wrapped a mummy
Then kept her into the coffin
No choice and no way
Threw her into the waters and died straight away
Out of air to breathe and too much water...
To the brim
