Cloak of Lies - Black Fast

Flies have taken this perverse asylum

Disease has hold where others would not dare

Forced confessions — colony of lepers

Deathly stench is clinging to the air

Footsteps where there should not be a presence

Starving voices groaning in despair

Sadistic maestro wields the scalpel like a bull-whip

Erratic technique sprays the walls with blood

Cold horizon of unmarked graves

Ledger entry — numbered days

Laughing shadows — labyrinth eyes

Bandaged in a cloak of lies

Unwanted visitor levitates, comes to taunt me

Tormented prisoner, no escape from this haunting

Sideshow in this carnival of nightmares

Perspiration frozen to my brow

Altered with a steady-handed ice pick

Fragments of me dripping to the floor

Down the corridor to the furnace and beyond

Ingested by the smokestack then ejected further on

Random rearranging in that crucible of death

The shadow of that silo is my final chariot