Skull Of A Hermit/Brain Of A Faery - Circle Of Dead Children

With one massive breath she was drawn within me

Tunneled through my mouth

A soothing delivery to Hell

Dry gasp

Impossible to swallow from the head first

Eyes rolled and hands shaped to slaughter

Beaten and erased from the inside out

Plague the brain and disable

Plague the blood pump and disable

…and then there was two of her

My eyes could only see one shadow as sunlight dimmed

There is an ice pick after the smile

There is an ice pick when I swallow

Brain matter has been frozen

The blood pump is an inversion

Yet the body will move on as the heart remains in trance

A skeleton has been frozen

There will be no anabiosis

I would rather slit my throat than inhale again