Boris The Blade Ritual
I found you floating in the shallows
Your wretched corpse bloated and half decayed
The smell of rotting entrails still lingers in my mind
You were a work of art
- A thing of beauty
I pushed your body back out to sea
Never to be seen again
You left me wandering the shorelines
Begging for your return
But you never returned
I drag their bodies to the sand and earth them into this water just for you
You were inspiration in it's purest form
You left me wandering the shorelines
Begging for your return
You will never return