Fixation on Strife and Strangulation

Before the light heads down, and become ever last in darkness, my swoon forsaken. I wrap you in skin. Frankinsonofmine. Demolishing the one king. Sighing dreamily in the daylight. My nightmare returns. Incarnate suffer-rate bellowing out to shrink. Painful, bothered, and broken, the old man slays the sky above. We run for cover. Fixation of suffering fixation on strife and strangulation. From now on we know the snowmen exist. Ghost wife. We run for cover.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Nov 10, 2025