Something's gone wrong within those eyes,
Sparkling with black-ice, an infection
Gently twisting through the rusted gears and
Silver hoops through frost-burnt skin.
The virus devours the flame locked in his heart,
A candle in an alcove, flickering in worship of
The angel of death, the sisters of suffering,
Forgive him for his unnamed sin
Because they know his time has come.
Dreams slip through the needle, throbbing
Like a machine-gun in overdrive,
The malfunction drags us into deep, decaying
Chambers, full of the
Defiled corpses of the freaks you bled.
Lashes sparkling like a shark-tooth necklace,
Shards of mirror in your tombstone eyes.
Cut me free from this nightmare-net
And let me fall back towards my blood-dark