Mourning the death of spiders
In a mausoleum made of maggots...

"Who are you" speaks the king
"I am death and but a small little thing...

One last while before forever
Comes to call upon our names...

Secrecy blinds us from the truth
In angels eyes...

Bobbing past bubbles
In the warm I’m a happy rubber duck...

Tick Tock Tick Tock
152 Words and counting...

Pieces of my mind float down around me
I see myself in the shadow of where I’ve been...

Out there, there is someone who prayed everyday
Yet nobody ever answered their prayers...

Burn them up
So the world can inhale them...

I want to crawl out of my grave
My soul has become a slave...

Afloat but not floating
That’s how I feel...

What if it was bloodstained hands that created...
A stained glass image illuminated by a malformed...