Loss
The bright red whistle Double headed darkness The sky fell down On the head of march Countless corpses Calling my name Biting and tearing It's own head Deriding tongue Still whispering the taste of myth No lullaby Can be heard here And the creature is born Myself in the past Born as a creature You, in the past Screw you, The face of hypocrite Screw you, The face of Solomon The purity Of the lost and the curse Give me my face, Give me my face, mother Give me back my body And there is no escape Headless small arms Catching a hem The bright red whistle And the smell of breast The bright red laughter And the mother of ants Trembling all over
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026
The bright red whistle Double headed darkness The sky fell down On the head of march Countless corpses Calling my name Biting and tearing It's own head Deriding tongue Still whispering the taste of myth No lullaby Can be heard here And the creature is born Myself in the past Born as a creature You, in the past Screw you, The face of hypocrite Screw you, The face of Solomon The purity Of the lost and the curse Give me my face, Give me my face, mother Give me back my body And there is no escape Headless small arms Catching a hem The bright red whistle And the smell of breast The bright red laughter And the mother of ants Trembling all over
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026