the returning

hi
i was once


what does it feel?
something deffinately
wolf pelt breaks over rusty knives as the skin warped sarcophygus is opened
white room one red wall and words stabbed everywhere

...i think...


explosion worn from the inside wreckage convulsing burn shredded esophygus hoarsly whispers out a warning

...and a greeting...

welcome to the wasted lands that were once a garden of roses
sleeping rocks solidified in grudgeless disgrace

mountains fallen, so much noise
walls of ivy surround the ground where once we stood tall




transcending down...breaking through the thought process subasement catacomb scream engineering room making a home for myself in nothingess
superfluous duress
presumptuous wasnt i

the venom still resides in this husk
expect nothing that was there before
entrenched
inscenced
were you a believer i'd fuckin strike you down

this is the beginning of another end

of course i'm here again
no expectation, no duration just reaching out to touch the end