DEAD BIRDS & BROKEN BEAKS

Overcast skies swirl enshrouds my skull
Ominous twins stand at the end of the hall
Stair up at the cracks & i feel a hopeless fall
Expose my arteries so i can pour in the salt
Injecting dope directly in my sore infected arms
Requiem for a dream cold as a decaying star
The stench of a heart disgusting, raped & rotten
In the grip of spider legs of the orphan eating puppet
Porcelain clown with a pretty flower face
Antlers hanging on the wall to keep the corpses in place
A grim sort of tales written down in the storybook
Haunted by the past yet u refuse to turn back & look

Drowning in my agony and anguish
Screaming gut-wrenching
Dead birds & broken beaks they sang with
Life made a plaything
Lacerated flesh, my fingers deep in
Spreading veins open
Eviscerate & thresh, viscera sleeps swollen
Gift in a vignette
Have u met the face of death & her beauty deep forever golden?
My only precious friends are my dolls myriad in collection

Cradled arms of angels
Nested in a bed of roses
Tikkun repair my halo
Candles lit & snowed in
The floorboards a pentacle
Pale body lying frozen
Song emits from an oracle
The gates of Hades opened
Get in position for the photographer
A terrible desire in the charm of a monster
Lips sewn shut, yet u hear a faint whisper
A hammer to the bones, doll prepared for the torture

Drowning in my agony and anguish
Screaming gut-wrenching
Dead birds & broken beaks they sang with
Life made a plaything
Lacerated flesh, my fingers deep in
Spreading veins open
Eviscerate & thresh, viscera sleeps swollen
Gift in a vignette
Have u met the face of death & her beauty deep forever golden?
My only precious friends are my dolls myriad in collection
My carcass lies empty & hollow
Hands clasped & praying
My throat pouring out crimson
Audience roars for my performance