HissThroughRottenTeeth

Lower, lower than south

Lower than hell

Follow humanity to the casket

Fill the grave with tepid soil

Reflections gleam in gaze with a glancing spade

Poison stains the wells of waters

Gutters filled, the limp slumped over

Puncture our veins until we're leaking grief

I'm no longer masquerading

I feel alive

More human without heart, I grin as my soul departs, aye

More human without heart, I grin as my soul departs

Circling the red-stained porcelain

With a stomach full of serpents

Eager to feed

They hiss through rotten teeth

Arms met across a muted chest

Bereft of life

Bereft of life with pennies placed upon our

Eyes

Lower than south

Lower than hell

Lower than south

Lower than hell