They Say It Whispers The Truth You Want To Hear Before It Devours You Whole – Wrapped In Words

Secluded signs masked in a battery of hate and shit, misshapen scars beneath the flesh that wraps around my tired bones, liberal explanations given for a lie that was far from perfect, satisfaction be damned in this insignificant proclamation of whimsical variations, signs shorn in the flesh with blades of steel, forgive the turbulent journey, let the seal release as the door beneath is given tenure, and the new suffering is identified, for though this flaccid flesh lingering morsel may be what has escape into the next chamber, it is far from what will remain after…