Blackend Wretches Wretch

by fragmentedspeech

befall upon you that old cold black stagnent steel

creaking creeping wretches wretch and squeal

increasing noise of death is tolled

counting up from numbers old

stealing life/leaving cold

the spines of silk rotting mold

carving skulls with dead ones bones

tearing through all absent moans

knowing the destruction

of creating anticreation

your soul is sold

and your husk drifts into the masses

uncontrolled but controlled