Creating the Devil in Our Image

Gnashing chains spark with volatile abandon

Lives on the line like straws are pulled at random

Metal claws, traced their tips a-

-Gainst bone where flesh once unsundered could whisper alone

You are home

It appears whenever

Life transitions phase

Pierces my gaze

Burrs piercing a sphere of rust where now I lay my head

The cage held by hooks, suspended in emptiness

Indifferent to the taste, becoming a flood

Burrs piercing a sphere of rust where I am laid to rest

Father? Mother? Do you hear me?

Curled up and lonely?

Blindfold of thorns, warmth of ashen form

Now generations from the place where I was born

Blackened marble, scripture here is torn

For what I once was, no one will mourn

Rebirth true

Same as you

Fading dream into

Revere me and kill me

The son of God, the son of God

The son of God, the son of God, the devil

Questions not answered, a quest for romance or

Give me a meaning, I have no feeling

Harsh, harsh abrasions

Between inconsonant patterns

Wires, wires unending

Like veins they carry blood

Nurtured by that nightmare

Take flight and seek what you're to be

Don't look back for me

Transcend death and let the future take its course

Suffer like I did

Surrounded by everything but death (Death)

Leaving this reality

Cold iron flavors of the stains they're yet to be

Formed of imitation, every one is just like me

The devil in our image, its creation you will see

Suffer like I did

Dread laden misery, it weaves beneath my skin

A monument to everything you would have been

A monument to everything you would have been

A monument to everything you would have been

A monument to everything you would have been