Zero Comfort Margin - Circle Of Dead Children

Each slap of the club was life affirming

A dent in my lifetime that made more of an impact

Than anything I could have dealt onto myself

Devils and angels devoured

Guzzled pixie dust insignificance

Confession does not necessitate relief

The guilty are not always forgiven

Witchcraft survived

Slanderous eye of the pig… seared shut in flame

The high pitched squeal settle my heart to ease

Screams won’t save but please don’t stop now