Old blood

Rivers flowing thick with blood
the oceans once no longer in love
as death it burns never undone
the bleeding rivers run thick and flood
pouring rain oh so slick
the oceans dead no more are the fish
the world becomes so dark decayed
death a mistress no longer swayed
soothing souls no longer in love
the rivers run thick with the old blood

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Adaptation

Take my head
rip it from the flesh
take my skin
you have the rest
and all the blood
just take my thoughts
drive forward what isn’t yours
I played the part
got lost inside this head of mine
took it as an inspiring find
you held my breath
and let me drown
dry it was but I fell down
take my head
collar the throat
if you think we’re done here
you haven’t yet spoke
for you have my head
my flesh and my heart
so now I am here to rip you apart
take my head
rip it from my bones
leave me nothing here
I’ll make this place my home

The devil comes

The blood drips from the whitest walls
the house it’s covered in the fog
the witches cry, the children call
the devil comes from underneath
in your flesh her words you speak
the blood it drips so cold and thick
the madness consumes
and you will quit
life becomes so over it
the blood consumes the house and fog
the witches have died the children all fall
in your teeth you feel her kiss
the devil comes she brought you this

Peel the iris

Peel the iris from the eye
keep the rest all shivering white
never see for fear of find
the world beyond this horrid night
drift into the teeth and marrow
suck from bones and make it right
fix the flesh that keeps you tight
flesh that binds and holds you together
peel back the eyelid and have at forever

Boils cold

Ringing in my ears
screaming in my eyes
tears they often decay
grow cold and break apart
brittle as they are
they fall like shooting stars
burning in the night
my skin they often ride
ringing in my ears
bleeding through my eyes
here the midnight comes
burning through my sight
brittle as these bones
take apart the soul
a moment carved in stone
the blood it boils cold.

The older woman

As time moves forward
getting older and quite thirsty
want a drink but not from sink
I want the fresh squeezed
I want it newly off the vine
I want it naive
my own fruit begins to wither
to dry and come to end
I want the young flesh in my cup
I want the freshest juice blood red
time keeps moving forward
the thirst a new given
like vultures to their prey
I drink all I want and more
destroy the youth with passion
immortality I will force
getting older and thirsty
my throat has gone quite dry
the beauty is in the humor
how the old refuse to die

Can’t get clean

Take me down to the river
wash my soul until it’s done
when the sun finally comes up
I’ll be cleansed and overcome
the world will drip it
like blood from fresh cut bone
the moments in between
will drive you to the stone
the graveyard all but empty
the childless will breath
the only moments left here
and the ones you can’t get clean