Pain Testo

Sludge of yesterdays sorrow drips from the pale sky bleeding. With a knife I will carve out my skull. For a world that has forgotten how to love. Silver moons float above insignificant to the world below. My brain has split into two condemned to this hell for money and death. A heaven of greed. A heaven of greed. Can you smell the flesh burning in the air, melting of their bones. Misery and despare