The Bowels Of Heaven

He killed myself through the chest

No, no memories, just a pool of blood, feeding the hungers

Tears and piss, and a corpse lying in the bed

a flower growing through his eye.

A piece of meat when the moon falls down

in the morgue, through a house, and the graveyard didnt exist

Im bleeding light, and when she gets awake she will count to six and rip her fingers.

No rest for the madman, killing all the smoke, looking for the eyeless

And a stillborn, crawling trought my arm,

a new wound, fell her heart beating on your hand,

And the ghoul’s soul in flames, screaming like a cloud.

In this cursed holliday the sky falls and you cant wait

Can i eat your veins? maybe tommorow i would puke the night.

I just want to go and rip my tounge,

her knees are full of nails, and her face wasnt there

Where is the poison? Is inside my brain i think,

and you are a maggot feeding from the blood of my lungs?

And the thing with horns makes my ribs crush three times at day

And the being with thorns rip my ears slowly every hour

And the beast with fangs eat my fear everytime

This nicotine will be the end of the sin…

But hate yourself, in the name of the scissors

and you cant win if you chew the razorwire

crows are impaled in the mouth by the sky maybe

The plant is just being devored

and I hate the invisible door

the sardonic smile is just so painful

and Oneiros will become real…