Don't Smash My New Box Of Cigg's

Lost in a fray of torture
tolchoke the wounds of the abondoned
red oozes from the mouths of forgotten
pores will gasp for air until swept clean

break the gates and force entry
gagged for secrecy's sake

howls pierce the sky

no one will come

lost in a fray of torture
tolchoke the wounds of the abondoned
red oozes from the mouths of the forgotten
pores will gasp for air until swept clean

all encompassing masquerade
nowhere will it be fought
fear rampantly crawls across
hope just a forethought
in dimly lit heads