It comes as it goes
Dragging all self respect and peace,
Any hope of happiness
From your severed heart and sacred soul
When you suckle it,
It feeds you beautiful fevered dreams
And dancing light and songs that sing
Within your brain and bones
But the milk is tainted
Poison of another kind
It sucks you dry,
And as it slowly fades away,
It leaves behind a loathing,
A cloud of steaming flies and filthy rubbish,
Where you will find the pain and lies,
the ones you’ve stabbed and wounded,
in your turgid wake.
and all those loves you’ve left behind.
And now you crawl among the headstones
Wishing you would live again,
Not so pathetically evil die.