The Lonely Walk To Madness

The Lonely Walk to Madness my heart is not a toy that you can wind up and toss aside I cry red tears of blood because you've just ripped out my insides cut my wounds open and you will find black flesh because you've killed my pride spirit, dead, to nothing my breath turns to fog flowing from my nostrils because you took back your warm heart and left me with cold emotions death is but a heartbeat away thump, thump goes the drum of my heart.... thump, thump like wardrums it pounds away inside my skull just like old pennies my nose fills with the scent of copper my blood is hot and bitter in my throat giving my breath a foul stench thereafter my jaws clench down tightly, eroding my teeth like rocks on a deserted mountain top my body rocking gently alone, sweetly alone, coldness alone and stillness all around trembling bones collapsing beneath my walk a long and steady gate empty and going nowhere..blank open to nothing and darkness as night it is the end again raven beams blood-soaked streams skipping merrily along and he's singing that song biting chills calamity kills for his cheap thrills don’t speak his love again fat piggies that go to and fro to and fro wallowing in his filth can't you taste the flames biting at his heels for tomorrows gone, forgotten besotten beneath the cold earth paralyzing fear choking the air as it turns to must he's surrounding you with garbage all his petty rot who is that shadow in the mirror invisible lies deceive her heart black magick spells making gigantic swells of fever you can never tear away his mask of lies growling noises breaking the silence sharp bones clinging to ribs acid burning holes throughout and it passes and churns, churning and passing it's one step closer to black tick tock tick tock piercing shrieks filling with laughter sticky webs choking and suffocating dry, very dry now envelopes of misery stamped to your forehead broken nails tracing outlines in the dust the wolf is calling your name can you hear them calling you numbness and naked writhing slowly on the floor its crawling to you can't you see them crawling to you not again, you say for only fools doth play the wretched game called love and it's losers say love slowly kills us that way