Oh desire, you eternal prick of the tongue.
I am the wild in the wood, the howl of life
rampant, the rot creeping under bellies.
I am the flame that is only pain without warmth,
The common thread unraveling, the fleeting pleasure.
Do you believe in judgement day?
I am the wild in the wood, the howl of life
rampant, the rot creeping under bellies.
I am the flame that is only pain without warmth,
The common thread unraveling, the fleeting pleasure.
Do you believe in judgement day?
Art by Jelena Markovic
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