The Wounding

Lo, the stench of the lower world hangs low

'Round the necks of the damned

Wrought with disease, our malnourished frames cannot

Support the weight of our sickly flesh

Tormented by you and your repulsive beasts

Come to claim what we have not to give

You should not be here

We should not

We should not be here

What further dignities would you destroy

To sate your unrelenting appetites?

This room has been stained by impurity,

Tarnished by your filthy hands

Lo, you should not be here

We should not be here

A blinding flash of white light dazes

As our bodies collapse to the floor

The gnashing of tooth and claw erupts

Masking the snapping on sinew

Sanguine sirens serenade

Assuring me this is my doing

A punishment for my impiety

My kin are unmade through violent benediction

As their screams turn to a deafening silence

I feel the briefest moment of peace washing over me

Your hold tightens and burns my skin, but you stay your hand

And leave me to live with this pain

Relieve me of this torment, rend me of this cruel existence

Don't walk away, don't walk away

You miserable coward

You should have fucking killed me