Hail to the dead souls
Bryan Erickson / Gary Slaughter
dead souls wailing in water,
frozen like a tide of depression, I lie and wait, howl at the moon, Hail to dead souls, wash over me, and take my life away, push this staple into my head, watch my arms fall out over the table, twisted fable, touch me once, and I'll turn to dust, I give up my life, and give my soul to you, the collector, agony save me, save me from love, love, save me, save me from love and thoughts of their passion, and I'll wait to become my fear suffocating on you.
Cry, cry in slow motion.
So sad, so sad, and nothing clinched you, hail to dead souls.