Crafted spatters of sacred blood reflect off the mood

Shards of self litter my crotaline proclivities

Dark night casts a “light” across my field of blindness

Emotions dare to tread the graveyard of my mind

Earthen souls leech my thoughts from within me 

Ruminations of hatred peck at my cadaver, gaining passengers

Barbed are the petals of truth that come to rest on my head

Sworn are my enemies into the deepest of my regret

Sacred are my crimes denial is my witness

Here I tread the living dead