from by Writhe



I hear the whisper of a peeping Tom from behind. I feel the pulse under blue collars fading fast. I smell decay of a race that once stood high. I taste the salt from the pillar of what was just. This is maddening. I choked...I stumbled...I fell through the floor. Unleash the dogs, their intentions are clear. Dragged behind horses throughout the town square. Caught in the jaws tracking my flaws. I've lost all hope. All hope is lost. I fell...I've fallen...I've fallen apart. Always watching, never resting. Always hungry, never fasting. Run for your life because nowhere is safe, and no one is sane.


from Strangers, released August 24, 2013



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