Mind Tentacles

Scratching at the crust
Mellowing flesh
But does not hold within
Only stirring with a withering scowl
Rusted teeth
Feel the venom flow
Sprouting veins

Bones seep
To the ice and blade
Forged and unforgiving
No mercy spared
Vitriolic circulation

Leaving oblivion
Rotten, soiled, stench and skin
Veins will gather
Feast of darkened skin

Crystallizing lack of flesh
Cancerous, crawling, hypnotized
Crawling as the crust sinks in
Numb and twisted, cold and gray

Sting of sin, sickening smell
Crumbling flesh, deadening smell
Cavern of a man forgiven