All the words
Seem to tip toe and crawl
The dripping of time
Makes you Weaker
Weaker
Straps at my knees
I struggle to see
In this darkness surrounding, enveloping, bleak
and the dank smell of decay
and the rats that do bite from behind
The seed of death
Is alone in your head
That you wither
Wither
Solicitations, services
sought in the shadows
you give everything
Everything
everything, to this
Useless Creature
A familiar face
A look in the eye
And thats how you know
The next one to die
The old man buries his son
Beige and Brown
Paint on her face
But Pain in here eyes
And given the place
You won't have time to mourn him
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