Incubus Prickles
This echoing ache, laden with your disease;
toppling the wall (will it echo)
trading earth for the present as it dies beneath our sin, born again.
Strap in those soulless eyes to suffocate the darkness that surrounds consciousness
of all ye who enter.
Creeping the tightrope of blind-sided chains; peeling away the incubus,
with dreaming fingertips; uttering prayers-man to woman to [...]
