Lower the drape
Taste the honey
Rotten to the touch
Coagulated bliss

Over a field of failures
A dying oracle
Smells of stinking filth
From a dead end hovel

Inability to cope
Refusal to grow
A burnt out tower
At the needle's end

Tracing withered veins
Alchemical ascent
Grounded and lifted
Star crossed angel

Upwards to bliss
Morphine drip
Clogged for good
Into a track marked arm

Lower the drape
Taste the honey
Rotten to the touch
Coagulated bliss

Drink from the fountain
Waters run black
Polluted with
Forgotten years