May 30 2020

[maggot]

All this mortality
We simply cannot fathom it
Our phantom preferences
Hunt and stalk our waking walking demise filled dreams
That unseen sorrow that settles in a misshapened soul
A vagrant of our own creature creations
Your preaching and reaching the skies of lies and the screeching comes to a halt when finally we fall prey to the dark
Heart in box of full of unrelenting locks
I drew a map so you could find me
But you were already LOST