Nailwork

I've returned to wormland Spinning cadavercircles around the night Astroautopsies breathing orb and earth Eating the word of a starthief's birth I've returned to that deadend With a fistful of throats from the downside Astroautopsies breathing orb an

if blades were laughter each nail a smile my scissorsmouth would spit the soil for words of napalm none below for hymenmurmur's poisonshow if blades were laughter each knife ten teeth i'd dye the words i breathe all black if blades were laughter each

feeding on terrorwhores sulphurscum for silversouls and the coffincrow still smiles a cadaverlaugh from afar saltnails driven through hymenhearts and i swallow the scythe tonight's the night of the worm that speaks with nailwork's tongue bittermilk a