Ensconced and somber as ever, this omnipresent silence unfolds
Somniferous, left severed, my eyesight lets bygones be bygones
Quiescence kindles appaling blindness, dinning its phantasmic integrity
Augmented with giddiness scalding my increscent sentiments of lycanthropic purity.
I unhurriedly reveal my new orbs to the backdrop of the flowing night
Minuscule revulsion is suppressed - esculent human bowels are in sight
An ingenuous leap, surly and surprising, yielding way to the carnation.
A benighted maladroit passerby faced with a formidable consummation.
NIghtly malnutrition of men innards, surpassing any reasonable explanation.
Diced in a rut of underfed bezel vehemence, this irrevocable mayhem is the only expiation
Of unprecendented vicissitude of tercentennial torment eating me from the inside
As frenzy is clouding my sanity I do not deplore of what sensations my murders ignite.