Distorted Lullaby

I am evil by design; fell by the wayside of life,

a living highway toad. Beware the hard road,

there's men covered in ashes with stars upon their chests

They're waiting for me, discretely, because highway dying is

indiscriminate and desperate dealings

Fueled by the maps in my head, I carry on,

much like the departed I leave in my wake, which tastes of true hate

I am the bastard child of everything wild, everything you despise

I tried to get a message from your god but he says I'm not allowed

So sorry, not to worry, I have an alternate plan, I'll be your healer man

The pain you sought to allay will be the one I'll let you receive

I wish I could feel bad for all the pretty things you'll never see,

But I'm an old age old aggravation to a new disease dying to be set free

Pretend I don't exist; this gives me my ultimate release

Shadows will rise and fall; life as you know it will cease

I am the last, of everything

I'm the dog you meet everywhere, watch you when you start to smell the heat

I am the naked wicked messiah, come dance in my garden, my Hell

Let your spirit fly where your thoughts have always dwelled,

adore the penultimate hypocrite, decipher of the last living lie

There will always be more time, in my fire, for thieves and liars

The decadent dance has begun; grasp hands with everyone

Feel the fire; I feel your misery, such sweetness to me,

the fragrance of your death is my loving breath

Wade A.