CARNAGE
Confined by constraints upon which I cast
Uninvited are woe to breathe in their last
High upon bough or lower to earth
Encroach upon me
Increasing my girth
The nature of art the art of nature
In darkest of night I welcome the stranger
Creeping or crawling descend from above
Entrapped chosen weapon
Tight fit as a glove
Disturbed in my slumber for which I not rest
Pierced through the brain, stomach or breast
Eyes all around as I draw you near
Now in my grasp
To heighten your fear
Around and around and fading so fast
Exhale of your breath the last is the last
In darkness were you when brought into light
In darkness go now
As you lose this last fight
