The Stranger

He walks into the slaughter mansion
Carrying nothing but his unfiltered cigarettes
Coughing blood
Wet the floor
And no one notice how’s the pain
Grab his neck
Dry his trachea
Emancipate his saliva
Condense his brain

Slowly he crawl out
And no one notice
As suffer is a must
In this Tavern of Sodom

Craving for help
With his blood-choked throat
He cries “Help! Help!”
And no one listen
As suffer is a must
Every breath comes from the beasts
In this Tavern of Sodom

Beneath the chaotic scene
There are sad eyes watching
This stranger strangled by his pain
But never once a helping hand arrives
As the sad eyes knows there is no Death here
“No men is made to help others but himself”
This stranger must understand that
Once he steps in the Tavern of Sodom
A chapel of ghoul
Made for Asmodai the Great

09.04.08