by Viktor Tejada

I took a small step down the underworld
A heaven of opposites
I can feel the sins going up my throat
And I can taste it in my spit
I don’t know what lies ahead
What’s been said, and what will be said
Won’t matter now because I’m dead
And ye, who cast me away
Shall perish one way or another
And I will find a plan, I will find a way
To trade back your wretched nights
For my unremarkable days