Ensconced and somber as ever, this omnipresent silence unfolds Somniferous, left severed, my eyesight lets bygones be bygones Quiescence kindles blatant blindness, dinning its integrity Rising giddiness scalding lycanthropic purity.
I unhurriedly reveal my new orbs to the backdrop of the flowing night Minuscule revulsion is suppressed - esculent human bowels are in sight An ingenuous leap, surly and surprising, yielding way to the carnation. A benighted maladroit passerby faced with a formidable consummation.
Nightly malnutrition of men innards is surpassing any just explanation. Diced in underfed bezel vehemence, the irrevocable mayhem is the expiation Of unprecendented vicissitude of tercentennial torment eating me from the inside As frenzy is clouding my sanity I do not deplore of what sensations my murders ignite.