Spittle dangling, expelled from gaping maws

Urgent panting, stormforce winds feed the conflagration

Impassive aggressive self-trauma

Idly choked by brambles

Ensnared in the malice

The Panic fills your nostrils

Ensnared in the malice

The Panic fills your nostrils

I need my fucking penance now

Towing my luggage around under my eyes

To their waiting withered mouths

Rapacious blank horrors that they are