A Pound Of Flesh

A Pound of Flesh Cut out and incinerated Sewn shut vulnerability Fear Cold Light in my eyes Sleep Knife A slip of the hand Ten years of peace A decade in hiding Lurking in the shadows of the underground Becoming On the forty second rotation of this cold dark rock Awakening Becoming Regret Mourning Death of my blood, death of my body How could I have known That I would change Back on the altar of sacrifice Cold tools of death Remove what was left behind Remove the debris of time Torn Burned Bleeding from within A torture of vanity Mental Cruelty Necessary Madness And I come back for more and more and more... Fill me with darkness, fill me with light Bitter and cold, lonely and old I wait in mourning Crying for God to heal me Heal me F*ck me Penetrate the wound within