Delightfully force thyself to a cheap coat Frayed winter shelter Sworn fre-nemy of millennial style Who kills itself in gale While the master keeps cozy within your skin Wonder if you’ll ever be so disloyal to dare ask for a bath Then, in irony, Loved and wanted by the living freezed And the envy of the proletarian blanket , shining in its absence-Your presence. Under the carless hands of the master Buttons drop and thread spills as solid blood Doomed to fulfill the unchosen goal Depletion will not be salvation Just a mute shriek living decomposition Hope thy ist warm.
Most of the weirdly written words are on purpose. I know it may need some work, but it's something.