The Animal Inside

Our relations we do correlate in synapses in a mental state. See me now even before I think lashings that of demise. We cover faces in ribbons tie eyes to not see; us yell crucify. We beckon faith for sight to see; no dove are we above a breeze. Our affliction it’s underneath. Accept tainted…

The Web Our Mind’s Weave

The purpose of you is to cling. To the structures of man and collect. The crawling and flying bloodsuckers which in my leisure my comfort they effect. A purpose and a circle. How hideous yet amazing you do work. In tedious fashion you weave a tapestry of excriminate and in night lurk. I am amazed…