[Redpyramidhead]

Let Me Spill

by

Mark Skinner (Redpyramidhead)

"Realizing, the extent of the horrors of what I had become...
The rites performed had denied the freeing of my soul, my essence from my physical remains...
So, it was that freedom for me in death, after such a violent end, such a wait, ironically was not to be from the passing of my spirit to the astral plain and the times of peace suggested to come with ...
But instead the liberation of dark blood from my entrails
A mere puddle in that wicked hole encircled by empty ground I had become..."

And to spill some
Of what I have become
and still have it be pretty...
and still have it be pretty...

And to kill some
Of what we have become
These veins hath shriveled
Slowly fibrous milk trickles
Into wide staring eyes

And to spill some
Of what I have become
With you, for you
and still have it be pretty...
and still have it be pretty...

copyright Mark Skinner 2002


NOte: Kind of a gothesque sounding song I'm working on. It transitions between (eerily) spoken words and traditional singing.
May not be everybody's taste but I hope it's well recieved.


_RED_ stuff