Serpentine Offering Poem by Aiden Florence

The blood is beginning to overcome the detestation
As the insincere descend into tragedy
So absurd yet so fateful for you to be reaching the end
So ill-fated, that miserable existence of yours, finally reaching the end.

Do you have any idea where I am,
Inches away from where you’re fading into the afterlife
I couldn’t care less about what happens to you,
After what you’ve done, there’s nothing between us
Do you have any idea what we’ve become,
What you did to us,
You’re so much better off dead anyway.

So low in the frequency, I can only feel so faithless
Both of us locked in the democracy, We can only feel so powerless
Running out of ecstasy, I can only feel so listless
Together engaged in the fantasy, We can only feel so lifeless now

The lying, the throbbing, the uncompromising
It’s all coming to rip us apart,
Thrusting us back to where we both belong
Apart from each other to formulate a implication in our lives now

The hatred, the beating, the serpentine
It’s all now shaping the chronicles of our malfunction
It’s so exquisite to see your offerings to our cynical fatality
I’m finally coming to life, with you out of the picture
It’s over now….