Ad Mortem

To stopA setting sunWhose time has comeOn the day of a lifetime.A crimeYou didn't tryTo emphasizeThe struggle to get there.Face it, this is a war that you are losingA scarlet letter etched upon your trembling chest.So scratch your skin to feel alive,An amateur surgery.Don't pluck the splinter from your eye,The joys of life are gory.Bend back the finger until it snapsTo splintered bone and crushed veins.Scream out until both lungs collapse,"All hail the dark new campaign!"There is a special place in hell for people like you.A lifeImmortalizedBy serpent eyesAnd a beautiful forked tongueTo begFor some restraintIt sounds the sameAs the day that we first met.So now,Drown it out in holy water,Vicodin and dollar bills.Your dirty handsCan thread the needle through your skinBut they can't wash away your guilt.There is a special place in hell for people like you.