Why can’t they keep any promises that you would remain this way?
Danced to close to the powerful translucent colors
No understanding to your sporadic… movements
That this may not of led you to spoil so soon
After the bones are left
A souvenir from your remains
Coaxing more of you to near extinction
They don’t seem to understand
Your hysterics can be heard by the ones that coaxed you to powerful translucent colors that have set you to the state of decay
Lasted for years
Now they’ve made a great mistake
A viscous soul you have
Comes down on all of them
Sporadic movement, which ever way they run
A taste to, for flesh and blood
So long to them.