Blood Shall Ring the Butlers Call
Blood shall ring the butlers call
Step into the parlor
the fires spent, still burn
Painted in the faded tint,
nightmare shades to turn
Broken slabs of conscience,
rotted to the core
Splintered in a thousand words
never heard before
Gears abide the grinding,
slapping to the beat
Shards of incandescent lights
flavoring the meat
Slicing as you swallow,
whispering refrain
Caught like someone else's fate,
filtered through the pain
Dressed along the hallway,
mirrors shout their fear
There among the carpet stains,
distant as is near
Gasp for all you bother,
feast that final breath
Blood shall ring the butlers call
long beyond your death
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2018
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