Blood leaks from your pipe,

and cracks from your mouth.

I laugh at your tomb,

Your temple made of the muddy south.

You're nothing but an ankle biter,

Struggling to reach my dome.

To come to a home that was never yours.

As you slither like tapeworms

I walk like the Anubis.

As you wander amongst the narrow road,

I stare at it clueless.

How do you balance yourself?

How do you run?

How can you even breathe?

This kind of road makes my teeth crack,

And turns my gums black.

The infestation of fear welcomes my soul again,

To the party of paradise and sin

And again, and again,

Repeating thy efforts to forget,

To never forgive.

When I look to my right,

I will see the white wind brush your eyes.

Channeling all that is evil,

And give your mind a surprise.

Of how wrong you truly was,

When you looked at yourself.