shubniggurath

taste poison on skin in cold bloodless circles
i am the night and she its disiples
wondering when my funeral it beckons
in a old bathtub greet my arm with absent blessings
i take no more for ive given all i had
how can you be when death aint all that bad
like a hammer took swiftly to old steel familiar
i write i wrong, i and i seem no better
so take it slow, quit breathing so hard
keep up with life cause its death you've been brought
and decorate you flesh with the weapons you've wrought -c-
"never,never,never quit" -winston churchhill