Shadows Of The Sixth Extinction: Hymn 001

13 July 2013

Hymn 001

MILLIGRAM EYES

Insomniac television glows without sound

Cigarettes and minutes

Burned beyond count

The sharper the blade the better, I've found

Scratching symbols on bullets with the tips filed down

A ghost in the shadows

Possession and dream

Milligram eyes and nicotine screams

Lunatic pattern

Muttering fiend

Examining splatter patterns for Keys

Eyes are black holes

Voice a grim rasp

Rust in my veins

Blood on my hands

Synaptic blaze

Adrenaline flash

Blood on the blade

And blood on my hands

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