The Vulture Tones

This hollow motionless body
Subdued to blackened urges
Is dying into addictive ache
As I stand pestiferous and damned

Scavengers, come feed upon the
Serpent anguish of needlescars

From times filthy wounds I've drunk
Through aeons of contempt in nakedness I've died
So slit me open and appease my hell
Defile my desires… Eviscrate me

With a lamenting awes vulture tones

Scavengers, come feed upon the
Serpent anguish of needlescars

In asseveration of that cold dark grip
I leave it all behind
And die… in it's magnificence
…such a bitter masquerade

This hollow motionless body
Subdued to blackened urges
Is dying into addictive ache
As I stand pestiferous and damned

In deep bittersweet green
I lose it all to damn this world
A sacrifice of mortal coil

So slit me open and appease my hell
Defile my desires… Eviscrate me

With a lamenting awes vulture tones
All boundaries torn
And it's dirges rot in my senses
So grimly those branches sprung through my flesh
Solitude infects… and it burns in my chest