callous souls

taste the blood and spit

out the clots

lick your lips as the world

begins to rot

and it's a fading world

that i want no input or part of

our own reflections are

sickening sights

there's no escaping what

we always try to hide

i am fortune's fool

the bitter fruit from the

devil's table

i carry the weight of it all

and i'll drown with it

crown of bones

indistinguishable

now succumb

lest the reaper comes

fear is a prison that floods

with doubt

as the waters rise accept

there will be no doubt

but we all drown

in our coffins

anchors down

inhale mistakes and breathe

out the shame

close your eyes as the

blood begins to drain

i am fortune's fool

the bitter fruit from

the devil's table

thirst the seclusion

i feel the silence like a warmth

entombed i'll lay

with thorns on my grave

face to the hardened stone

lie still lest the reaper comes

face to the hardened stone

pluck out the decay from

the tree

to remove it's disease

i am an open book

yet the pages are blank

held at arms length

this is as close as you'll ever get

i am an open book

yet the pages are blank

try as you might to evoke

you will never know