Leeched Black Sun Ceremony
Rotten oak and steel wire guard the shores
My skin has turned to scales
The last time I set eyes on here was in the great cavern
Dark waves are lapping at my feet
They grey shore stare at me while I wait
Drawing me in
The hole I find so inviting
Their vessels are splintered and weathered beyond repair
Holes in the wall for submission
Platforms for boiling the skin
Served to the guests on sterile platters
Feasting on the flesh of the siren's children
Get me out of this wretched house
And back to the salted bedrock
The tide washes the residue from the hall, the feast is over
Now begins the ceremony
There's no time to waste
Fresh water flows from the hills
To be tainted
Monuments erected, not for the slaves who drove the machines
This is a manuscript for what unfolded
It will be lost to the marsh
Buried with the scars once burned
They can't be opened
Retreating to the pit, writhing from the stakes
What made you think I could take this?
No matter what hangs from you
You'll never be what I want
