'til the darkside of the moon glows
'til the true colors show
black and white like an animal
yellow teeth with the scent of death
veins detail bloodshot eyes
skin so pale contrasted to text
bones texture these words
insight so earthly
fingers longer and thin
to brittle to be seen
watch them crumble to dirt
when they reach for open heads
legs like the stem of a wilted flower
the slightest breeze cuts blossom
from the roots, tales of tales
from the depths of life
oh starvation, oh starvation
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