in pouring rain,
the killer will wander the wet riverbank.
in sneaker tracks,
to lead him back to the folks he’d chased away.
as foxes dodge his soles,
and root through rabbit holes.
underneath as nesting dolls
the tender flesh to carry home
a trail of blood,
crimson and warm spattered cross the ragged brush.
“oh little fox, you got caught in the teeth of a hunter’s trap.”
and tore through skin and bone,
where iron teeth take hold
and underneath as nesting dolls,
the tender flesh to carry home.
as you decide through killer eyes
taken by your trembling trigger hand
in gentle jaws, the barrel of your .22
powerful instrumentals contrasted against soft unconfident vocals. like a deep yearning for affection but you dont know how to ask. like a love you feel slipping away but youre powerless to stop it. every time i start it i feel like i cant stop. a must have for my collection. skeletalsexing
Daily focus-training coupled with strong work ethics pointed toward making life more bearable for others, could turn around this age for the better. This album is beautiful. A force for good. CHOSEN