My body is only a time bomb.
Ticking down to self destruction.
Why do you taste like fresh-cut flesh?
This sick obsession is degrading my soul.
Tell me, how does it feel to hold the hand-grenade in you mouth?
Keep waiting, till you see the end.
The night will not only hide your corpse, it will hide all your existence.
For in the night there is only one, The Forsaker.
It will cleanup and devour any forgotten souls along its traveled road.
Sitting in the dark, waiting for him to come.
So much beauty in scarlet lights.
Am I lost in you? You can see right through his chest.
There is no heart for you to disrupt.
I wont save you tonight, feel the heavy burden on you chest.
It’s the love I had for you.
Don’t look behind you.
He is coming for us, wrap me up in this breath.
I feel lost now, forgotten.
Only shadows remain, as he licks his lips, and continues down his road to salvation.

This poem was written/submitted by Chris Louer.