Poetry From A Poisened Mind
The stench from the forest
Of burning skin
Bringing memories back
From ancient sacrifices
It has been centuries
Since i left my body
But i still live
Through the sound of torture
My sense falls to the depths of
Filth, pain & suffering
Which is feeding my mind inspiration
To my art of undead human corpse sculpture
I taste the evil
To satisfy my mental hunger
If i wasnt immortal i would be dead (again)
For the last time
No one will ever know
What it was who swallowed the eternity
A shadow will come from the past
And take me
