Lügengeschichte (I wish they were)

The night is longer when the day ceases to exist
Death in the hunt might be my one unchanging fate
An ouroboros casting shadows amidst my own distorted self
The prey, nonetheless the hunter (I'm grateful, I've done so much to deserve it)

Longing to dance in the thrill of Carnage
Thick like weed leafs that turn into smoke and float out the chimney
Picking my brain like salad with a rotten fork
Hoarder of loyalty erosions

Broken teeth and glass shards and bells and whistles 

Sweaty & Smelly Distortions 

Struggling not to be inferior 

Whilst the soul will always be too big to fit in the body
You can see the stones hovering above me
Smashing gravel
But not my body
Which is buried above the ground