Hydra's Scaffold

Crazy apocalyptic troublemakers
Tighten the thorny rope
My neck is gushing with longing
Whizing gibberish comes out from my mouth
They can see...
Mocking smile on their faces
Silent... they pass me by
Like a pack of starving hyenas
They touch me in disbelief
Infusion still pulsates in me
Full of Hecate's scream
It spills throughout my body
Boiling, sticky mucks
He is staggering...
Dazed with rotten wine
Slowly he's harnessing the steeds
For the Queen of Dream's carriage
Hollow snap tears the silence apart
With quick whip it becomes quiet
Muffled in wet grass
The rattle of horses' hooves
Embryos of meanness
Suppressed not with scream but with lasting
Infusion still pulsates in me
Full of Hecate's scream
It spills throughout my body
Boiling, sticky mucks
Yes, I can see...
Empty eyes... wide open
Full of stinking rot
And scathing laugh ends
And it becomes a whisper... I can't hear anything
Figures - stooped shadows
They quickly make off
Crazy apocalyptic troublemakers
Tighten the thorny rope
Embryos of meanness
Suppressed not with scream but with lasting