1the memory shoots through my veins like the coldest lightning bolt (crown)
2distant lovers roam the halls of my cranium
3forty-eight silt filters under a pile of bones
4please belie me with such haste
5an opium bath to seize my quivering pores
6so mundane it dissolves like brittle stone
7about to fall asleep perceiving extra dimensions
8crawling through brimstone like a fire slug praying for incinera (throat)
9everytime i look at the clock it seems to read the same number
SPERMGANG RECORDS