Trapped,
Within solemn caskets of flesh.
Drowning ourselves,
With golden,
Liquid honey.
Viscosity filling our lungs.
Pumping it through our arteries,
Preserving ourselves in partiality.
Bone mongers,
Death peddlers,
Endbringers.
Clawing at our skin,
To let us out.
Tearing at our eyes,
Unto Eternity.
Drowning Ourselves, With Golden Liquid Honey.
