Analysis of The Victum

Diamond colored coffins
cutting open souls

Could it be so often!?

An orphan offered up
to the wind

Coughing up blood

Born without love

Drug habits in place of parents

The damage to be done

Slit wrist which already exist

Steady hands for incisions
in the decisions of this world

Underneath the prisons of clouds
screaming load voices
to strike thunder and hunger
to the young and uninvited
uniting the stars falling

Hearts pouring open orbit rain
in the pains spinning dizzy
visiting hell here

A hail storm of verbal abuse
to point fingers and sting us

Conquering spirits
as big as Genghis Khan

(The world speaking to the victims)

"Get a job!"

A whole universe of
mis-judged judges
punching gavilon's
as if we sin not
in grim plots to rot away and hide away
what we've done wrong ourselves

What morsels tossed from a plate to eat
we feed the already suffering!

We too are as the weak...