RMC

Use your last breath

I love every word you say to me.

I want the grass to grow beauty

and us frolicking in the wide sea.

I give way to the slave of lucifer

in is realm I am I dwell in hell

as I smell in this place all the sulfer

it casts upon me its spell.

Don’t use your tongue I will

direct a thrill as I go in for the kill

on this road time memory thrill

I think and smell the Devil still.

The simple ways I blaze evil

scared myself all answers reveal

the steel in your eyes my esteem

a steam gives me a thrill I steal.

My last breath will fill you fine

on wine I dine and I feel numb

in the greatest of beautiful designs

you in my mind on the tip of my tongue.