Sober are those who swell with a wicked sharp, intoxicated are those who shed a Meaty sleeve
Hidden amongst some, mixtures of both clarity stain and mocked strength.
Little do we see, but assume things are translucent where they lay intertwined
Welcomed are those who believe the darkest woes are the truest way to deflower one’s apathy
Slowly sorrows swim across the devilish rivers whenever I walk into their little dabbling cemeterial crossings