La Gorge Ouverte et Décharnée

Have you ever felt rancid hands tightening around your neck?
Tears soaked in piss,
Slowly sinking down to your knees.
The open and emaciated throat,
Releasing the blood that swims in your nose,
Submissive and dazed,
You search in vain for a passing glance.
Eager to puke,
Yet you plead patiently.
Ready to unleash the ebb and flow of a life still lost.
Ready to unleash the ebb and flow of a life still lost.

But can you feel your hair cracking under their hands,
Pulled,
Torn,
Relentlessly by a killer's grip.

Covered in blood,
In hatred,
Stained, you run to your end.
Betrayed,
All you can do is cry,
Now you know there’s no such thing as fate.