I hear the baying of the hounds

In the distance, I hear them devouring

Pest-ridden jackals of the earth

Diabolical beasts and roaming the forests

In wait and constant protectors

Calling you to sit by his side

Your self-loathing image in his flesh

A revelation upon which you linger



His words are flies

Swarming towards the true insects

Feasting on buried dreams

And spreading decay upon your skin

His eyes spew forth a darkness

That cut through and paralyse

Casts light upon your secrets

Forced to confront your enemies



His mouth is a vortex

Sucking you into it's pandemonium

Fools you with a helping hand of ashes

Reached out in false dismay

His body is a country

The cities lay dead beyond despair

Friends turned enemies unable to come clean 

In a rising fog of reeking death



Everything you believed is a lie

Everyone you loved is a death-burden

So you take comfort in him

And you are receptive to stark wishes

No longer struggling to declare your stand

You would inflict no harm to others

They are unaware and in a loop of futile events

You are everything, they are nothing



Drown in the deep mire

With past desires

Beneath the mire

Drown desire now with you



Lined up verses on dead skin

"The tainted lips of a stranger 

Resting upon hers"



And I embrace bereavement

Everything beloved is shattered anyway

I would devote myself to anyone

I would accept any flaws



I am too weak to resist

Tension vibrating with horror

Finding the outcast in my eyes

Pushing nerves on a puppet

Endless poison in my veins

Clean intent now tainted with death



And so, cold touch now inhumane

Every waking hour

Awaiting a reverie to unfold

And now they are calling me

Louder by the minute

The baying of the hounds

Calling me back to my home