The Aftermath Was Morbid

Severed veins, I knew it all along Sorrow, failure Return of the icicles 3rd equinox and many long days to come Ugly bullets, scammed by commitment Forest of ashes, unleashes the hex I sharpen my tongue for many long days to come Burnt flesh, claustrophobic room Crushed insect, revealing of the turncoat Five five's deep in the march to the coffin Abandonment, death to yesterday Betrayed, death to retrospect Blood is nothing but the fluid of heart and hate This knife you stuck in my back is mine to keep One day you'll see it in my hand in your sleep ....but it will take a lot more than that to kill me