Throes of Perdition

Blind-folded and gagged, stood waiting
With the whole world my firing squad
At the edge of the world I’m faced out
Staring the sun right in the eye
Vultures circle above,
Hyenas mocking the kill,
Excrement drooling down their chins
Atop the cliffs I look down,
Into the starving hell-mouth
The rabid foam crashes hard on its teeth
Their mouth’s salivate
Fantasizing my gruesome ending,
This world looks down upon
A man who can stand on his own two feet
As they’re feeding their guns: «ready, aim»
They say I’ll live, if I die for their cause
Living under the rule
Of fellow Cro-Magnon fool
They fear who leads and will kill to stay still
Their mouth’s salivate
Fantasizing my gruesome ending,
This world looks down upon
A man who can stand on his own two feet
Without eating from their claws
Life feels like Hell should
This Hell’s so cold
Pull another knife out,
Stick it with rest of them
When my back is full,
Turn me around to face it Such melancholy, burning the stars from skies
As we melt, drowning inside
Their bloodied eyes
Hope is ravaged, running from lacerations
Sob so heavily, we choke, then we die
Die
Life feels like Hell should
This Hell’s so cold
Pull another knife out,
Stick it with rest of them
When my back is full
Turn me around to face it Sob so heavily, we choke,
Then we die