II. Tear Her Soul Out.

As she goes to sleep, Her soul is burning, Coolness is the worm, The worm suckling out warmth, Releasing her sulphur, Decomposing faster, To dry out into a carcass, But body is full of worms, Devouring insides in sworms, Swords, wands, razorblades like pain, Swallowed randomly, It’s a fear I can’t express the dread, LikeContinue reading “II. Tear Her Soul Out.”