old wreck of a farm, stands quiet in the sun
dusty porch, dried limb hanging above the splintered door
eyes and bones in a jar
one touch on the doorknob tells me I'm home
resting against the rusted steel door
I can taste the sour air with a hint of despair
these walls have seen things I can only dream
I lay down on the yard and let the rain wash over me
blood colors sand as I drift away from my old world
so pristine and pure
I feel rage shivering my naked and bruised body
slowly walking back to the house with an axe in my hand
once again, feeling the tickle on the back of my neck
I step down into the basement where they are waiting
and let it all loose
a candle lights the room, walls of rotted flesh
I kneel down before the dying, her agony and pain
my purification
she's screaming a name that no longer has meaning to me
I witness as life runs out of her
tied in despair she wants a salvation, the final touch
but this is initiation of madness
and it's for me alone

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