the sore

by jack in the box

The sore of dread 
The victim’s fed
Soulless eyes 
Miserable sighs
Crying voices
Ruined choices
Filthy shaking soul
Even the brave ain’t too bold
The wretched sore
Saturated to the core
Cold winds of dread (well fear)
Of the wretched and the dead

The very sore
jack cuts his core
shades he adore
cut in skulls forever more
the very sore
soulless misery (is) the score

Written by: Miza Nørrelund

Submitted by: miza_n on July 14, 2019