Cruelty Juggernaut

Faint traces barely detected

Last weapon used

Soul puncture wounds

Not self inflicted

And with the night she reaches into herself

To show you here blackened turnip heart

Cold blooming skin

Tampered, perched carefully off balance

Waiting on the edge of unexistance

And still the nightmares come

Silent in her cruel juggernaut head bowed a willows hang

And still the nightmares come

Yearning for unexistance

Doesn't know the shine of the sun

Only the growing piy in her chest

Just enougth feeling left

To miss her