The sweet-eyed woman has sung her song,
The dying man shows his waking eyes,
I bleed in the middle of a memory,
Swallowing life’s great old truths and lies!
The pangs of reality tormenting me,
I tear down the walls of insanity,
The pearl woman picks up my dying soul,
I embrace the shoulders of her chastity.
Oh life’s wonders that lure my eyes,
Great yet unable to stitch my soul!
I wander the wilderness of dread and death,
Remembering the hearts I sinfully stole.
This darkened night, fills my mind,
With sorrow beyond the hope of ages!
Enough is mine, enough is much!
No more I wish for the devil’s wages.
Screamjack
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