Tongues.

Strange thoughts, erupt in my head
The blood, the torture in the bodies that lied dead

I see an arm twitch in the corner of my eye
A hammer to the face, is the reason why

I look all around, why don’t I feel fear?
I suppose it’s because your corpse is lying near

With death all around me
I feel so alive
So many sad endings
This feeling I thrive

I decide to take the hammer removed from some guys lung.
A sudden movement, brings the hammers jagged end, in my skull, straight through my tongue