28 August 2012
Awake after decades Asleep in the earth, Screeching in flight Ragged and stinking Flesh flayed and hungry Mottled claws raised Tongue yearns for gore A throat thirsts for blood It passes through glass And into a room To the back of a head Bloodshot eyes bulge Teeth sheer its lips And bristle like spines Too late it's apparent That the victim is YOU.
Don't turn round.
Fleshtube Dinner • Opuss № I