My bones are turning
dry,
breaking,
on the silver rope.
My flesh decaying
dry,
cells,
blackened dirt.
Foul meat
drops,
beneath,
the hounds hungered long.
My bones are turning
dry,
breaking,
on the silver rope.
My flesh decaying
dry,
cells,
blackened dirt.
Foul meat
drops,
beneath,
the hounds hungered long.
