Octave Serpent

A piano wire bar tack seams a walking carcass shut
Organs replaced with skittering insects
You crowning yourself in nails - and found
Yourself a cross
Remade - in the image - of monsters

Inspired separation
Reflects who you aren't
Devoured by the fervor
Of mutilation

Collapse into bones
Renounce your marrow
The mirror is empty
Because what's there is dead

Reskinned skeletons
Deformed puppets
Each gesture еchoes
A bitter regrеt

A cult of worms
Holding hands
Renounce your body
And taste of my flesh

The slouch drum of fabricated armatures