OnyxTheOverlord

Damn my whole life and its creator Shoot me with sickness Touch me rose-less, dried eye socket Vomit raw rat hair lodged in the throat Grayness the flag waving high The whip gleams black leather A playman adorned with tears Thorns that bind and squirm in threads Nails and knife blades in the side Footprints lie close to your skin Like sickness in the mire of thistle stems Frost night tickles with sickness in the skull Demanding suction cup spreads around oozy tendrils See how the thorns sparkle in friction against each other See how the plants expose the disgusting interior You bottom out at the edge of the leaves, at the edge of death Flowers in delight juice coil around you The eardrum describes the gap in the air The guides leave footprints, a prayer for an end Scorpion tail tastes lips thickened delicacy The ache, red as wine in a swirl in the mind Stones your heart as it suffocates inside Shards become your bed, your Satan sarcophagus Curse the nausea that brushes against your