Uselessness killed the fucking hawk, emptiness bled him dry, uninspiration plucked his feathers for he’s not meant to fly…
can you hear me, ashen bird, blackened beyond the black… Still you think you’ve done it right despite the soul I lacked?
If we’re meant to meet again, then spare no rounds at all, pull your gun and decorate my skull with a fucking hole…
A leopard once has revelled where now maggots began to dwell, so pack your faceless devils as you drag me back to hell…

Underneath the Stygian fire, the Phoenix meets the hawk, the raven meets the leopard and they all unite in smoke…

Sat. 04th of Dec. 2010


~ by H.Q. on 4 December 2010.

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