Tag: Circle of Dead Children

Up to her elbows in soil and schizophrenia The dirt has begun to breathe Cries of a phantom infant tease ...

Spit slides like sludge from the lips Mumbling the lost words of a Fall grievance I can barely speak to ...

With one massive breath she was drawn within me Tunneled through my mouth A soothing delivery to Hell Dry gasp ...

Feed me and rape me and rope me As a family we will hang together As a genus we will ...

Disputandi pruritus ecclesiarum scabies

In paranoia I find genius But the ice-dreams have come with spiritless consequence A hatchet has been hidden between my ...

Let the steel be my Christ Let the blood create the path Ignored like the dead pigeon gutted by the ...