The Snuff Dreams Are Made Of

The castle of death
 Gets under your skin
 Like a fucking virus
 Ushering you in
 This body of bile
 This body of needs
 The world is transparent
 You will never leave
 Ride the paranoia
 All life is pain
 Only the Grave
 Is real
 Spitting the salt
 Chalked out for good
 Clutching your marbles
 Dead as fog
 Iron teeth turn the weeds
 This fallow soul bleeds for me
 Practising suicides
 Introvert sadist mindfucker
 This method is mantric
 Curled up for the carver
 On the broken saddle
 Red-suckled with fear
 Flogging the saints
 For wasted days
 Bone palace greed
 shunning the poison
 Gritted ground gears
 Barricaded youth
 Born on your knees
 Toll to bell - Horror
 Sheds rusty tears
 The snuff dreams are made of
 The pendulum stops
 Every mouth chews the silence
 Minds fold over at the edges