They Come Regardless

When I come back I will smash all ceilings and floors

and slithering snakes

When I wake up from my death I will fill my glass with my tears of blood

And let the vampires drink

Drink, drink drink….

For those who drink the blood of the sick will choke on the poisonous thoughts that constantly feed the hungry gates

And If I survive the night, the morning will soon put its noose around my neck

And lift me ever so slightly…

Making it hard to breathe.

Harrddd tooo breatheeeee

Will I still be alive at noon?

A thousand vultures on high are circling in the skies

The crumbling ground below

Is this journey coming to an end?