Wounds

Chariots ride above fiery craters
Uncertain, a mist appears ahead

Solvent and simple
The figure approaches
Stench of the dead
Stings my nostrils, the sulky
Figure whispers to me

Ultimate sacrifice or be condemned

I raise to my knees
Cutting his work in two
Life and death so simply put...

I wrap my hands around his cold shape,
I wrap my fucking hands

Screaming till my lungs bleed,
I clench.
Screaming till my lungs bleed,
I end this