peek my little head up

[xoruglm]

in awe, in worship
of the magnificent rant
an endless sampling of that terminal exhalation that awaits us

screaming trickery
in swindled security
of stolen love
of hollowed life

we puff ourselves up with steam to prevent the premature collapse
it ain't over 'til.

here i babble and hold your gaze until you back away
the prophecy must be fulfilled
every step of the ceremony
checked 'gainst the checklist
you'd be right to accuse
i'm not looking for connection
just chaos

your poise is unwelcome
your grace, a disgrace
shaking their heads under veils
respectfully, regretfully
we request
that you die
and leave us the ashes.