Eternal Sundown III

 

Skulls of outlaws are set to rest at the threshold of their loved ones' doors.

Pagan symbology engraved on all lobes,

descriptive of acts of treachery.

A constant reminder to each widow and orphan of the price of dishonesty.

*Sigh, my mind has looped a prejudicial memory from my past,

one where my flesh became my venting grounds.

With surgical precision across my wrist,

I curve my out the pains of my heart and let them flow into the earth disguised as my crimson blood,

Destined to quench the thirst of the dead.