Voices

purchase at your peril
oh wretched believers of non
let the roots of my eyes grasp upon you
and in them you will spawn

mind your skull
lest it become my chowder bowl
i wish you where here you know
so i could take you to my hole

as the singing bridges fall
there are voices in my wall
and as the monsters in you mind crawl
there are voices in my wall

the teeth of time
draw scars of voices
what a sight they have been
don't let them give you any choices

serve the broth of my heart
to the toungless
let them taste what they have missed
it beats amongst my chest

as the singing bridges fall
there are voices in my wall
and as the monsters in your mind crawl
there are voices in my wall

(inspired by matchbook romance)

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