Feb 2015
Tastes like death
Tongue to the gallows
Winter in her veins
All flesh fails
Maggots run empty
Gorged headless
Enfolding
Imprinting
Limbs twined to the bone
Reap nothing
Limbs twined to the bone
Reap nothing
Limbs twined to the bone
Reap nothing
Tongue to the gallows
Winter in her veins
All flesh fails
Maggots run empty
Gorged headless
Enfolding
Imprinting
Limbs twined to the bone
Reap nothing
Limbs twined to the bone
Reap nothing
Limbs twined to the bone
Reap nothing
11:25pm, February 17th 2015
We are all dying, slowly
Death finds its way into our wrinkles and folds
And turns us grotesque
We are all dying, slowly
Death finds its way into our wrinkles and folds
And turns us grotesque
