Lilac times on plain sheet of paper,
Laid out in front of us
Where there is no mercy, nor eyes to see,
The Man rumbled blindly
Following his trail, which leads him astray.
Instead of air, he spits out blood,
Sitting in front of his broken sweetheart
Pouring lies, knotting cramps,
A Man of deception and cecity
Swallows his own self, he disappears.
Almost killed, nearly hanged, gasping for air,
My throat is on fire,
As you are released from my insides.
You crawl and hide, while I scream you out,
A shriek from my world to yours.
Shall the scream of my despair carry you forward,
May it echo in your ear,
For ever and on, and on
As you enter a world, completely on your own,
May your own blood pour down on you.
When there will be silence, and you are all alone,
You shall hear a distant thunder, a voice within
A scream otherworldly, from a place and person,
You do not even remember anymore.
