The Land of Skulls (Crucifixion)

Pathos' passion
Is the suffrage of men
And a relief of sadness

Step down child

Is all I hear
When these light-years disappear
Manifesting a lack of distance
Between me and all my fears

My mind creates no psychiatric ward
To harbor my demons in
When my reasons for self hatred win
Over all my demon conquering

Well lets swoon
While we anticipate the full moon
Defining lunatic again
With our own worthless reflections
And Legion's hands

I try my very best
Not to slit my wrists with these nails in them
By incorporating my kind shadow as a part of Self
But where the hell is vanity

What do you mean by
Save me

I am alone
With no one who cares
But everyone dares to poke me
With sticks the length of oak trees
Just waiting for the Sun's reaction

A supernova please

I supernova these
Souls onto those too close to know
The Reaper takes all who touch his soul
When he is drunk on spirits

I am drunk on expectations
Hallucinations and demonic voices
Screaming through this speakerphone
Asking where the hell is home

Where the fuck is home

If life is a song
My record is broken
Mundane and repetitive
Never sure what message to send out
To the new me
Who happens to be dying

Fuck this rood
Because I prefer to die standing
On the wings and ashes of angels forgotten

These angels are rotting
As I find that the passion
Is really just the suffering
That seems everlasting

Where the fuck is home
And why are there no beautiful peaceful songs
In the land of skulls

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They all say laughing
Pointing to the cross
And mapping out their happiness in me
And my last breath

What do you mean
Save me...

You save me

                     please