THE TREE- BLOODY ROOTS
Cold...
The day draws near
beaten...
your blood flows
a macabre spirit
sensless masochist
sadism!
Broken...
A beaten brow
weight of the world
HEAVINESS
a burdern
your hearts despised
left alone
cold!
Direction...
leading you down the street
marching
their hearts deciet
the logs upon you back
to the place of the skull
to die alone
cold!
Hung...
nailed aboved
the tree is where you die
to give up your ghost
please forgive them
your words echoe through time
death!
Pain...
my life my strife
your blood dripping
to the hallow ground below
a river of salvation raging overflow
from the tree bloody roots
life!
