Month: July 2024

the best thing about time it forgets and maybe you might too

softly we assign the face of chaos to this somatic assault

void worship eat away at soul bit by bit slow and steady

every letter struck and deepened with steel and flint

quietly we’ve gone from barely existing to raging like wildfire

not just the summer rain but the beast it brings with

a shadowy hand explores unhindered the realm of flesh

a skirmish in the cold forest to fulfill the terms of madness

burning summer greens whilst the flesh slumbers

silver winds the only constant across this plane of flesh