WRATH

Bitter, blood-soaked bread, and a planner-full of pills

Slide into a stomach that doesn't want to be filled

Decrepit, dark asylum walls yearn for the days they were built

Gesture to the grave, "that's the next stop for me"

As your family almost slips down the hill with your body

"I would die before I'd go into a home"

And that is how it will be

Your smile - the only warmth left in the halls of the beast

Did you, too, dream of pulling out strips of your teeth?

We're all fucking the king for his sword, and just keeping the sheath