Fiend Without a Face - Michale Graves

Begin to shoot the fiend without a face

My face

The fever rots

The brain goes numb inside

I feel the blackout coming

A boiled blister pops inside

My ears still bleed

With razor-sharp precision

Mouths that mouth the sweetness

Dank of final breath upon my chest

See the features of my rage

Begin to shoot the fiend without a face

My face

We lasted all night

The dogs keep up and snickering

Just stay with me one moment

Then I’ll go away

My ears still bleed

With razor-sharp precision

I’ll burn in hell

Before I plunge into life’s darkness

Darkness

See the features of my rage

Begin to shoot the fiend without a face

See the features of my rage

Begin to shoot the fiend without a face

My face

A fiend without a face

A fiend without a face

A fiend without a face

A fiend without a face