Artificial

The last ingredient is here With a strike of lightening

Not Done Yet

I will dig myself out Of the grave you made me

We alone survived?

In the place Even the devil

Deadman decrees That the dead

Blood stained teeth shine In a parody of a smile

Bathing in their blood Hoping that this will

Don't go to sleep Whatever you do

Living in a constant State of panic

There's a noose around her neck That gets tighter and tighter