bones shatter like glass inside the flesh vessel,
and crimson battle blood will seep from the soft skin,
the body will still ache when dragging itself across the ground,
day by day.
you will cry,
you will scream and thrash,
and thrive in horror shows
with your veins pumping the ancients
into your blood,
into your soul.
and you will slowly whittle,
at the end of times,
to begin anew, again,
and again,
again,
again,
forever.
- and let the high ones will hold you gently.
