An echo looms deep across the void
The cortex of the vortex destroyed
One by one the humans shift from the pestilence
The 25th hour of that starless evening
Blood loss from a nocturnal feeding
Two small holes only evident of this pretense
And the hunt begins.
The plunge grasps at your heart,
Tearing away at your breath,
An irresistible desire paralyzes your veins,
Your heart sputters its last spasm,
A silent dying orgasm.
And now the rush of a blood stained spirit
Seeping through open sores
Finally, becoming one with the fog
To feed on the sheep in hordes
You filthy human,
Defrocked and consumed by the swarm.
An echo looms deep across the void
In an age of innocence destroyed
Internal fire ignites from the ashes
Transmission from arterial gashes
