Blackwater Park
ConfessorOf the tragedies in manLurking in the core of us allThe last dying call for the ever lostBrief encounters, bleeding pain
Lepers coiled neath the treesDying men in bewildered soliloquiesPerversions bloom round the bendSeekers, lost in their questGhosts of friends frolic under the waning moon
It is the year of deathWielding his instrumentsStealth sovereign reaperTouching us with ease
Infecting the roots in an instantBurning crop of diseaseI am just a spectatorAn advocate documenting the lossFluttering with conceitThis doesn't concern me yetStill far from the knellTaunting their bereavement
Mob round the deadPoint fingers at the detailsProbing vomits for moreCaught in unbridled suspense
We have all lost it nowCatching the flakes of dismayBorn the travesty of manRegular pulse midst pandemoniumYou're plucked to the massParched with thirst for the wicked
Sick liaisons raised this monumental markThe sun sets forever over Blackwater Park