the death of years gone by the devouring decay that purifies scrape away my death peel off the translucent folds in my mind -- i smell its foul memories clinging to me with spiny claws drown the multitudes in icy black water decay them in methane bubbles consumed pull my bones from that swamp yellow with slime scrape scrape kill me with this pleasure |
w o r d s. |
find me when i die |
