Gavage of the Vile

Treading barefoot through

Rotten, long dead woods

Bones squelch beneath my toes

A twig snaps underfoot

I gaze upon ancient relic

With a bad taste

My visions, could not focus

The two stones and lump of wood

Something drips back down and rots

A warmth comes over me

I dread to think, what caused this warmth

I look to feel, the blood is mixed with roots

Ancient, dripping roots

It stammers and it chokes

To loam I return

For the forest

Craves my soul

The roots suck

The blood through my toes

Intravenous depletion

Deep penetration

Internal blossom

Ruptures my bowels

Stems in the brain

Renders me insane

A thick sap, drips over me

Ejaculate, it plants the seed

A potent concucktion

From days of old

A thousand years

This shrub has edged

Roots decay

The bones

A human brain

Loam waits for me

Next to long dead

Away with mind

I cry, I go insane

The twigs are bone

I walk, wade through

Ancient, dripping roots

It stammers and it chokes

To loam I return

For the forest

Craves my soul

Ancient, dripping roots

It stammers and it chokes

To loam I return

For the forest

Craves my soul