It slithers over the floorboards
These delightfully sickening shades of red
A gnarled hulk shifts and stumbles
Eyes immune to the glint of a torch light
These delightfully sickening shades of red
Shaking hands, blinding silence
Eyes immune to the glint of a torch light
Shame is left unspoken
Shaking hands, blinding silence
A gnarled hulk shifts and stumbles
Shame is left unspoken
It slithers over the floorboards
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 12:25 AM UTC
It slithers over the floorboards
These delightfully sickening shades of red
A gnarled hulk shifts and stumbles
Eyes immune to the glint of a torch light
These delightfully sickening shades of red
Shaking hands, blinding silence
Eyes immune to the glint of a torch light
Shame is left unspoken
Shaking hands, blinding silence
A gnarled hulk shifts and stumbles
Shame is left unspoken
It slithers over the floorboards
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