It Crawls
T. O.
Is there any fire in your dreams?
Ought to serve Men
Rejected all in we are rotting from inside
Underneath this skin laterally it crawls
This body melding to an empty shell
We curse your fetid offering
Swallow you
Curse your children and your children's children too
For the poured fumes in me eaten me whole
Inflicted organs beckons deliverance
Bloodshot it blooms an exquisite charm it hinders
(It claws)
Maturing to bear of no lifeforms
We will be left behind
For to born is sanctified
(Of rotten flesh)
Backbone shattered
In many pieces, ungodly
No worthy of no prey
And thou who bear the curse
Dare to carry it alone
Am I a fertile soil?
Cornucopia of Saturn
The she goat?
Unclothed, in penitence
And now it shivers
