
i am,
a seething, simmering carcass
with my wares not yet stale
the mind, the limbs
the blood and the entrails
a seething, simmering carcass
with my wares not yet stale
the mind, the limbs
the blood and the entrails
they,
stumble down near me
making ill use of their wings
they crawl, they drool, they wait, they wait
begging nourishment for their beings
i give them what i’ve
i keep their desires alive
a fallen feather is all i crave
for my soul to take flight
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