He's dire; he's uncanny
Stuck in my dead body
He's a brute; he's a boar
He's brewing my gore
Breathing my breath
gorging my soul
picking my scabs
and licking my throat
Pastors; squealing nonsense
Thick with smothering incense
Shamans; howling vengeance
Maggots and rotting pungence
Nibbling your dimple
he bruises your temple
Twisting your ankle
he craves you ample
Sep 16, 2020
Sep 16, 2020 at 2:14 PM UTC
He's dire; he's uncanny
Stuck in my dead body
He's a brute; he's a boar
He's brewing my gore
Breathing my breath
gorging my soul
picking my scabs
and licking my throat
Pastors; squealing nonsense
Thick with smothering incense
Shamans; howling vengeance
Maggots and rotting pungence
Nibbling your dimple
he bruises your temple
Twisting your ankle
he craves you ample
