Wreckage and ruin broken yet breathing Crawling on blindly mentally bleeding Ragged and fractured scratching at meaning cling to futility To pale shreds of reason clattering onwards Ignoring the signs crumbling concrete Stained and weeping slither through spaces Clogged with detritus crack in the wet walls Bulging with pale flesh the chaos is infinite No end to the labyrinth I feel their imploring eyes Writing their pain into my parchment skin howling and whimpering Reaching with grasping senseless fingers squeezing through the breathing walls My wretched audience undulates flapping docile empty mouth Bereft of language other than gibberish eyes devoid of any emotion The great unwashed spasm and flail pallid and quivering Pinkish grey and listless the concrete is pocked and broken Monstrous tracts of glistening flesh pulsing and writhing In peristaltic undulation as through the placental tissue Of some larval aborted god Crawling downwards Stagger onwards Always downwards I’m worming downwards Watched by those pathetic eyes Writhing convulsing flesh The omnipresent stench of faeces and fear Into the womb of the spiral Led by the sigils and portentsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
