Admit in my inward a disconcerting joy for blood
playing with darkness
mixing myself with shadows
I imagine face of loved ones
a knife in their entrails
I imagine their twisted bodies,
distorted, amorphous,
as death's fallen angel
Their nausea shaking like an eel
throught their entrails
swimming toward the throat
arising through the mouth
I need to feel their souls
sucked in and transmited
through my weapon's barrel
To give up listening their frayed murmurs
watch the blood pouring from their wounds
and feel at last
the calm gushing in my inward
I admit in my inward
a disconcerting hoy for blood
playing with darkness
mixing with shadow
I admit in my inward
the fallen angel of death
playing with darkness
mixing myself with shadows
I imagine face of loved ones
a knife in their entrails
I imagine their twisted bodies,
distorted, amorphous,
as death's fallen angel
Their nausea shaking like an eel
throught their entrails
swimming toward the throat
arising through the mouth
I need to feel their souls
sucked in and transmited
through my weapon's barrel
To give up listening their frayed murmurs
watch the blood pouring from their wounds
and feel at last
the calm gushing in my inward
I admit in my inward
a disconcerting hoy for blood
playing with darkness
mixing with shadow
I admit in my inward
the fallen angel of death