All down and down until all six feet down. Down.
Slope-topped box the eternal holiday home away from home.
I revel in my pulsing companions, who gestate with me down here.
life giving life to life.
Feeding on life.
Hope and decency given a wide berth.
shrouded in tatters amongst my frustrations.
though the air supply is short
muscles all wasted;
All haste only wasting space, here is my nowhere.
Soil and asphyxiation on the attack,
Like a pariah
pine walls in front, sides and back.
Smiling slime trails shine… lost in rhyme.
Somewhere between alas and alack.
all its shrines to putrefy;
Stations of your cross no longer attended.
All trains of thought ling since pulled away.
Free tickets for all wriggling bait to ride…
Beating rhythms on this bone box
in insistent staccato;
Whilst those ferryman’s friends made all a’merry
Draining the optics of my nerces.
Only infected disaffection
gleaned as confection,
By these myriad breeding mouths.
Legs upon slime
upon legs upon slime
Lost nowhere in time;
Now vacuum packed
trapped in traction.
Though no vertigo / down below
just this mad. Spinning. Disease.
Nothing to see here; roots bored through all hidey-holes.
And perhaps just a little shortness of breath.
Bonus CD z EP Valley Of Desolation
- Drawing Down the Rain
- Hive Mindless
- A Blaze of Hammers
- Virtus Sola Invicta
- Proboscis Master Versus t..
- Part I - Mindslide
- Part II - Have You Got a ..
- Part III - Perdurabo
- Part IV - An Automaton Ad..
- Part V - Lowly Worm
- Part VI - Let There Be No..
- Catafalque Caravan Quanda..
- Plastic Patriarch Lynch S..