by MARCUS PETERSON

Sacrifical Lamb

A frosty crack on the window I see
And the eyes of the destroyer stares back at me
So alone and bitter in my room
Lightened by the bloodstained moon
In the shade he awaits
The creature of my nightmares and mind
The beast with the evil grind
Dubious and forgotten, in the sand
Come to me, my sacrifical lamb

Embrace the knife, feel soft flesh
The curse - the black bless
Divinity has been awarded to me
For all of eternity
Now I will stand above humanity
Conserved pregnancy
Destroyed - the world
Now we won't get heard
Hidden and silenced, in the sand
Join me, my sacrifical lamb