Here’s your
march
of time
and evolutionary
progression
but burning
your offspring
and tasting
the sharp note
of blood
when nobody
loves you
is like a sweet
reminder
that your
death
is the only
real truth
you know.
Here’s your
march
of time
and evolutionary
progression
but burning
your offspring
and tasting
the sharp note
of blood
when nobody
loves you
is like a sweet
reminder
that your
death
is the only
real truth
you know.
