A letcherous leer adorns my face and basks, in that sweetest moment of torment.
Though merely collected syllables, they scythe and sneer. Silent, they dwell;
But they will rear their
grotesque complexities.
Once more.

And Dust stagnant chaos debris lay surface on below whilst circles frenzied.

Repeats.

"What." how? "But!" These jagged prongs should scar; not now but not labouring.
I hope u forget the ink which pierces flesh and contorts within. Or you may
feed, comfort, adore.
The firey filament splutters. A staunch, relentless approach to the shore. Will
you see?