Almost giving in
To the whims of the seven
One far more than the others
Tearing bone from skin
I feel it moving, breathing
The death of forgotten lovers

I want to tear them apart
Piece by rotten piece
Give voice to the violence
Opening the doors to darkness
Murdering the dreams of tomorrow
This Screaming always ends in silence

The hands on the wall
Moving like shadows
Grasping at the cold air
Pushing, shoving
Sweat and agony
Beautiful, lifeless despair