There is a terrible existence within me
A tortured skeleton, an ossuary of disturbance
It glamours at my skin, it listens, it listens
Where hunger speaks of canibalism
And scratches at the stone floor of my chest
In blurred echoes of a censorship
That erases occurrences on a Ducassian
Dissecting table with an infinite whisper
Of morbid intention in disordered silence
Shouts with immense calibrations
Its pale impatience, its pale impatience
In agonized incantatory obduration
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 6:11 PM UTC
There is a terrible existence within me
A tortured skeleton, an ossuary of disturbance
It glamours at my skin, it listens, it listens
Where hunger speaks of canibalism
And scratches at the stone floor of my chest
In blurred echoes of a censorship
That erases occurrences on a Ducassian
Dissecting table with an infinite whisper
Of morbid intention in disordered silence
Shouts with immense calibrations
Its pale impatience, its pale impatience
In agonized incantatory obduration
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