[khg] red and shiney

[empallin]

this aftertaste of death
burns in my mouth
the taste of cheap metal
lingers in my throat
but if you want
i can save some for you

this aftertaste of death
hanging in the air
toxic fumes of melting plastic
burning skin
a tension so thick
you eat it with every word

this aftertaste of death
floods the room
with a ringing to wake the dead
almost just enough
to make it all better
and worse at the same time