the befall of end
smeared on the becoming of all
furthur through
the entanglement of what is elapsed
in the arms of white light
forth from the hands of atrophy
tightening the rope around our neck
left to hang above the wolves
wider and wider
opens shapeless horizon
gorging on the infestation
of filth and disease
embracing the offals of this vomited reality
with demons asleep
in the wretched face of this creation
awakening within the growing waste
that follows within our impression
as we struggle to fill in the depth
pressing against our backs
consumed in the desperation to die | 
