Oppressing Compassion

…Deranged against the will of natures plan
To harmonize its past.
Eroded morals made a beast of man
Eroded morals made a beast of man
In shadows good men cast.

Long awaits the scythe of death to taste
The secrets in his veins.
In plain sight hides the daughter bidding haste
To spite what she disdains.

Vengeance reigns as she bestows her knife
Inside the rapists gut,
Entrails form a slick slithering heap of his life
Through viscera spilling and eyes falling shut.
Eyes falling shut

Red blood once cold now scalds beneath the sun
Which lights his severed head.
Embalmed with self inflicted putrefaction,
Venom of the dead.
Venom of the dead

Embalmed with self inflicted putrefaction,
Venom of the dead
Violence frames the echoed beatings of
His tainted, phantom heart.
Impotent in what it means to love,
Left to rot and start…
Oppressing the Compassion
No Compassion

Impotent in what it means to love,
Left to rot and start…
Impotent in what it means to love.