I am the blood that flows
I am the nightmare of the world,
Draining away each drop
Of beauty’s essence before I fall
Drunk on all your lies,
Drunk is the lord of flies,
Absinthe poured into my glass,
Mixed with tears of the spirit that dies…
Drop by drop, I crave to fall,
Step by step I built the wall,
The feelings gone, the mind at rest,
The god waiting for his test...
Sleeping awake each night, a drop more,
Dreaming of the worlds forgotten by the sunshine,
The venom works its way around my soul,
Rotting just a little more everything once held sacred.