Latehaving seen the death in my own eyezreflected gaze perfect lieshollow wounded sleepingzero awake and dreamingdrugged out of insanitydrug into sanityvisions of a souless bridebattles against our own pridemist covered dawn is breakingtwilght now the time is wasteingin the shadows a constant starein the light we dont dareawaitawaitbewarehate hateawarenever to late fate
Writhingthe writhing of the maggot parasite that feeds upon the harvest not the sewing of seed. thriving on death. that which lurks just beyond where the mind wanders is the truth. no redemption only self delusion live on the backs of the young sustained as a plague on vitality. embrace indifference and illusion. it is merely what we are.