Forgotten amidst weeds,
As ever.
Cosmic equivalent,
Of a graveyard for toys.
Where I once came to rot –
Festering,
Bloating,
As all flesh eventually does.
‘Til naught but spirit & bone,
As the best of us.
Hollow Empty Black Sockets.
Death’s Head:
In full display.
Madness Lies This Way.
Are You Sure?
Graveyard For Toys. \\ Hollow Empty Black Sockets.
