Whorse

There's a strange creature living on my arm
Someday the birth will arrive and the spirit will fly free,
Until then I'll wing it
There are black souls beneath me and all the mirrors lie broken
Someday you will be honoured with the horror of all my features
You may know them already
I keep finding more
-Every cell(f) portrait-
You hid all of my heroin last night,
My syringe would not work and I woke up screaming
With a sharp tongue sticking out at me
Every ounce of blood was gone, gone, gone
I had to shave the head and reform the horns, the crown, the thorns
Being at times too much of a burden
Then something happened to his face that was absolutely terrifying,
Something that went on inside and crawled out through the flesh,
Seeped through the skin,
Around the mouth and eyes,
Crushing dozens of muscles which held that face together
By now it is routine

Before and after death
Before and after death
Before and after death
Before and after death
Before and after death
It is routine
Before and after