Flesh She puts me in a box at night, she thinks Im safer out of the way trapped behind a bolted door in silence at the end of the day. Where secrets and forgotten vices eat slowly through a rotten shell twisted reversal in midnight black a frozen wasteland, a silent hell - Flesh. An open wound of endless hate where motives serve a visceral need - conscience falls to its knees in chains crippled by devouring greed. And now when all the empty hearts lay broken, lost and bleeding - their lifes blood swallowed in desert sand - no emotion left for pleading... Flesh. They sweep through piles of broken bones and grow like cancer in my mind bursting out from memory where ignorance will leave us blind. While poison eats away at life and honesty is left for dead we live our worthless, empty lives - morbid, filthy, rotten flesh... Flesh.

Coppula eam se non posit acceptera jocularum.

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