Waxed in exile Expected the world, vomited shit This snake eating its tail Won't move an inch
Years moldering with soil Sheathed in perverted in oil Dropped on its head in reckless forget A bastardised soul
We once shared the trenches Heard the whistle serrate Now silence envelopes This laconic stalemate
Yes days are finite choices As always have and been For slugs to squirm from the womb Reign over heart and decree?
Futility given, a promise made clear I'll purge myself of vim Not light, nor darkness, just shadows of both Your sterile human beingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
