Dark-Writers-Portal

Industrial slave Organisms of pleasure A hobo in the playground of disjointed dreams Fucked over, held to ransom Father I always told you I'm a good boy Left to bleed on a crucifix without a prayer A soiled priest, God, Catholicism and the age of reason Aids and abets Sanctuary, sacrifice, uncertainty, suicide Assailants of enterprise, political correctness and the over protected Dialling out, God take me now for I have sinned

Eyes of strange The missing hours Ghosts of mind A hollowed scream In vain you call out your maker's name A tourniquet wrapped around your soul Bitter sting; tears of fire and ice Haunted by the light Frozen in her embrace Cocooned in the night As you turn to face, the demons you chase in your head ,

Rip out your soul Cut out your heart Holes in your mind Dead inside Paralysed to see Fate is a curse Destiny a disease Life is a drug Death a habit A predisposed insanity Sanity a loaded gun No cure in love, when you're better off dead God is a whore, a demon in your head