dark roared hold high the night tearing claw

Looking back looked closely followed behind ,poor and not to except
turned back from

positive Who?

blood skull disease first?



endless dark light tiptoe

dark roared hold high the night tearing claw


tear liver heartbroken



little rain drops turn into blood

strings of blood sausage wind be white spine

slowly flowing down her cheeks
mixed population of bone marrow infiltration
stench


Since there is no where to go
have the

suffered a torn womb sense of sensuality



stop your fingertips grip my fingers
cut your wrist
undercooked ground my palms



together with your fingers away

will you be eating tendons broken bone with skin



Chaner tweet closed Mori

chilling lament the way of no return



has been no turning back

meat steeped in plasma pool