The Mold Testament

By Inhuman Condition

On Fearsick

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White hot outside, ice within

Force a malicious smile

Rope in hand, determined win

With the face of a friend

The grin fell away, hate becomes clear

The stench of rot, new king of odor

Draining the meal

Irises ringed with blood

Broken teeth, a person you trust

Soaked with death, putrid wet

Cracks in the picture glow

Abhorrent path, ignore the facts

With the face of a friend

The grin fell away, hate becomes clear

The stench of rot, new king of odor

Draining the meal

Punishment, tinged with love

No reprieve, this person you trust

Quicksand embrace