Countenance

Filthy hands; rats in the walls
Fetid flesh walks about in the dark
I sweat through the coldest nights alone
With their hair in my eyes

The candle flame wavered
As in the winds of a mountain
But the air had long gone stale
With mildew, musk, and hate

Frost lightning struck
The wall obeyed
The parting clouds of a storm
And I saw the face of God
And I saw his eyes were rotting

I've been in this basement for a year
My skin is piled on the stairs



Credits
Writer(s): April Hutchins
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