The Dead of Winter

Soaked in the lukewarm water, my body is sodden with comfort Satisfied as the self-idolater, all others are seen with contempt Delusion in the sheltered womb Illusion in the submerged tomb Suckling the sense of disaster, my belly is bloating with heat Staying away from the painful splinter, all agony is throughly locked out Delusion in the sheltered womb Illusion in the submerged tomb Surrounded by the crack of halter, my ears are filled with fright Sneering at the surge of jitter, all hatred is poured into my goblet Summoning the cursed specter, my soul is trembling in the feast Sensing the stealing up winter, all membranes seclude my fort (Lead: Bouks / Lead: Medeiros) Soaked in the lukewarm water, my body is sodden with comfort Satisfied as the self-idolater, all others are seen with contempt Delusion in the sheltered womb Illusion in the submerged tomb

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025