DD - Brandon MacSuibhne - Someone Will Die Tonight

Someone Will Die Tonight

The fabric of night slowly drops over the horizon
The goldenrod gleam of the setting sun has vanished
In its place is the sullen shine of sibling moon
The dreary glow of the overhead stars peaks its head through the icy sky
Tonight, oh' tonight... someone will die

That is I in the cemetery, the scent of clove stinging my senses
The cigarette dances in the darkness like a clown in a children's parade
Smoke arises through the air, a mist of spice and fragrance
My eyes dart up toward the sky, past the stars and past the clouds
I bury the cigarette in the worm-ridden dirt and gracefully don my shroud

Its quarter-till midnight, entranced in flight... digging through the air in an acid induced frenzy
The thoughts haunt me and my abysmal mind shouts silently
Wave after wave of hate slices through my heart, dripping blood droplets from the night sky
The thirst hits me and my stomach wrenches tight... I’m saving my thirst for that lucky one tonight

The pain is almost unbearable I feel my lifeless bile forcing itself through my throat
I calm the nauseous waves of addiction, of life, of thirst... of strife
That maddening addiction that haunts my inner being eternally
But it won't be long, no.. I know just who I want to set my blinding fury free

I see the two that pains my heart I see those two walking side by side
I see their hands wrapped in delight I see their fingers intertwined
I see their smiles wrapped in lies I smell the one... now I must dine

As I drop down from the sky, into the valley of trees... I glide
I overhear those two talking, gleefully, hatefully, their giggles and scorn pointed at me
I hear my name mentioned twice, along with vulgar vile lies
I smell her hair, like fresh autumn twilight... like nature's bloom
I smell her flesh like cotton candy I smell her blood... it smells so sweet

I’ve tasted your flesh, I’ve tasted your thighs, I’ve tasted your lips, and I’ve made you tremor inside
Now submit to me again, foul mistress, you whore... submit, on your knees and taste the floor
She fails to shriek, she has no time, and I am upon her, my incisors tearing away her neck
I love you dearly, I hope you know... but your blood is so crimson, like a red rose

It trickles down my mouth and down my throat
The flavor is that of sweet splendid ruby wine, thick and invigorating
Suckling and suckling, such a beautiful angel
But now, cold... and lonely... I pull myself from her throat
Her head hangs limp in my dead arms... her face, so pale... her eyes, so hollow
I brush my lips upon her once silky skin... and breath in one more wafting fragrance
I’m sorry my dear, you were the only thing that meant anything to me... but you fucked up
You’re so god damn guilty

And then I notice him -- poised high in the moonlight, with an expression of fear upon his face
His upper lip trembles at the sight of this gruesome display of savagery
"She’s dead, she's dead" he rambles incoherently
Oh no, not yet... wait one more moment and you will see

He stands there poised, straight in the air... on his cheek a tear of fear
She pulls herself up from her rest... in her eyes such deadly detest
Her skin so brittle, so ghostly white... oh yes, someone will die tonight
He stammers and stumbles at the site of his reborn wife
His wife of death and sullen decay
I turn my back and crack a grin...
I hear him shrieking so surreal...
To be betrayed by the one you love.... How does it fucking feel?