Feeding Time

Far into the gloomy depths Cold envelopes every bone That which was is not But is still as another Darkness bleeds through your surroundings In a grotesque display Its feeding time In Davey Jones Locker Flesh ripped from bone By the teeth of the scavenger The clocks of the sea melt And with them, time, being Reality as it is, is no more Conflict becomes a blatant tragedy All for one, and one for one The crime becomes a nightmare Panic ensues, all deeds are done The night becomes a dream The tainted are in pursuit Run if its worth it, Stay if its not Cold stone impales the heart of the martyr And the end is near, it seems Teeth like saws, shredded to bits The end