when the sun sets later everyday
and the winter becomes colder every year
and the years themselves become shorter
you will understand how i breathe, feel, think, am.
wretched children, so filled with avarice, hunger attacking like a 7-eyed beast, come inside me, feel my breath against your fragile lips. children groan with lustful pleasure, birds of prey linger, a naked man disembowels his mother, this is decadence at last, finally. impulses fascistic, dreams give rise to a sovereign power, painted in the colors of burgundy upon black, an impulsive child birthing her own rapist. find your way through this degenerate filth, oh mighty Janus, bodies writhing in the rhythmical repetition of dysphoria, he loves when you tell him about that night where Bacchus announced the birth of a new world.
inside, outside, in between
- find you everywhere. she will find you, and he will destroy every last sense of humanity you have, you degenerate philistines. pretty thorn-crowned petty-bourgeois, find yourself a place of rest, for tomorrow will be the day of your first experience in the chasm of true decadence.
