The Baying Of The Hounds
I hear the baying of the houndsIn the distance, I hear them devouringPest ridden jackals of the earthDiabolical beasts and roaming the forestsIn wait and constant protectorsCalling you to sit by his sideYour self loathing image in his fleshA revelation upon which you linger
His words are fliesSwarming towards the true insectsFeasting on buried dreamsAnd spreading decay upon your skinHis eyes spew forth a darknessThat cut through and paralyzeCasts light upon your secretsForced to confront your enemies
His mouth is a vortexSucking you into it's pandemoniumFools you with a helping hand of ashesReached out in false dismayHis body is a countryThe cities lay dead and beyond despairFriends turned enemies unable to come cleanIn a rising fog of reeking death
Everything you believed is a lieEveryone you loved is a death burdenSo you take comfort in himAnd you are receptive to stark wishesNo longer struggling to declare your standYou would inflict no harm to othersThey are unaware of youAnd in a loop of futile eventsYou are everything, they are nothing
Drown in the deep mireWith past desiresBeneath the mireDrown desire now with you
Lined up verses on dead skin"The tainted lips of the strangerResting upon hers"
And I embrace bereavementEverything beloved is shattered anywayI would devote myself to anyoneI would accept any flaws
I am too weak to resistTension vibrating with horrorFinding the outcast in my eyesPushing nerves on a puppetEndless poison in my veinsClean intent now tainted with death
And so, cold touch now inhumaneEvery waking hourAwaiting a reverie to unfoldAnd now they are calling meLouder by the minuteThe baying of the houndsCalling me back to my home