Tearing Away — Sadist

You cut the bloody rope, as for the small one that's coming to the light...unaware the lowered head greets the feet tightened by chains of iron, passing slow the whole weight of a life

listen around to nothing black spiders on a trap thoughts are gone, while tears rest on its face listen around to nothing

it howls no peace but pain, indisposition man's shade from the black hood, tears still rain tightened the chain to a wrist, where greeting the last footstep, of a life never lived

the darkest sight...tearing away too low...so slow

outline is down by now...as an old toy you won't tell anymore...lead soldier the lowered head greets, the feet tightened by chains of iron, passing slow the whole weight of a life

the darkest sight...tearing away too low...so slow