~on the slab~
RE: POB Bleed for a Cause Volume 2 ~on the slab~Drawled and quartered laying on the slab,
The tag on my toe is my only friend.
Trapped inside this mortal flesh,
Where death is no longer now a treasured wish.
Eyes are fixed and clouding in,
Hearing is fading as the flames roll in.
My soul is restless as I lie and bake,
Maybe my ashes might stain the gate.
What was before can no longer ever be,
What comes after my third eye begins to see.
The blood runs deep through the sands of time,
Only thing I have left is a tortured mind.
I feel the brimstone as it incases me,
The flames grow higher as they cremate me.
~inkmaster
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