Voice Of Reason

Compose damn you, let this ruined axe fall.
And from its brittle edge admit to carnage.
Chisel away each measure of emotion that infects.
To the freedom for such glorious savagery.


Drown fool, whole she shall swallow you.
Embrace thy cold night’s mistress with mutilation.
Peel each inch of flesh from your face.
And from her lips carve a’new thy existence.

Render unto motion your putrid carcass.
And from the depths shall arise a flame
Far more chilled than winters breath.
Unto frost brings each tear shed for you.

Together, shall we fall to one’s grave.
To compose in decomposition, Eternally.