Mélancolia - HissThroughRottenTeeth

Lower, (lower) lower than south
(Than south)
Lower than hell
Follow humanity to the casket
Fill the grave with tepid soil
Reflections gleam in gaze with a glancing spade
Poison stains the wells of waters
Gutters filled, the limp slumped over
Puncture our veins [until we’re leaking grief]
I’m no longer masquerading, I feel alive
More human without heart, I grin as my soul departs
Circling the red stained porcelain
With a stomach full of serpents eager to feed
they hiss through rotten teeth
Arms met across a muted chest
Bereft of life