Blood Ritual To the Gods of the Underworld
With the seriousness of D flat Major
And a purpose hideously grim
My ritual of despair and darkness
Is about to mercilessly begin
The shedding of innocent blood
As I summon a screaming soul
Moans like the organs of Dracul
Rehearsing a satanic goal
The mist, the fog, the moon
Comingle in an unholy alliance
Like the eye of something insidious
Crushing all hope and defiance
The confused victim is before me
Looking at me in disbelief
His gaze turns to my blade
That was forged to bring him grief
I begin to move forward
The way an apparition will float
Like a violation of sovereignty
I put the razor to his throat
This sacrifice must be made
To take me where the demons lurk
Damn, I always cut myself shaving
When I'm getting ready for work
Copyright © The Fringe | Year Posted 2012
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