Melancolia - HissThroughRotenTeeth

Lower, lower, lower than south
Than south
Lower than hell

Follow humanity to the casket
Fill the grave with tepid soil
Reflections gleam in gaze with a glancing spade
Poison stains the wells of waters
Gutters filled, the limp slumped over
Puncture our veins [until we're leaking grief
I'm no longer masquerading, I feel alive

More human without heart, I grin as my soul departs

Circling the red stained porcelain
With a stomach full of serpents eager to feed
they hiss through rotten teeth

Arms met across a muted chest
Bereft of life
Bereft of life with pennies placed upon our eyes

Lower than south
Lower than hell