eating the hearts of death&decay,
changing all the while.
seeing my hands, my red, red hands,
approaching the sun.
drinking the wine and spending my time,
always looking for more.
young little piggies run past my house,
taking their time, drinking their wine.
wanting nothing more, smothered in life,
having never been without the strife.
second sons and second daughters,
split down the middle.
Bloody and tainted,
my red, red hands.
Watching the sun,
never to set again.