The Virus Feeds

Wading pools violent like a thousand flowing mirrors, spectral hand in mine:
Speaking to me - ("shh, it will all be okay if you just follow me")
How many million planes of delirium will we cross?
In the name of our Father, O Lord
I am hell, I am salvation, I am waste flung into communion
Existing to bring about your murky wishes from beyond the veil
Desecrated into pure masochistic brilliance

Disenchanted union of continuous rumination
Somehow maintaining its hold, a corrosive indulgence
Mountainous plastic shit rot convulsing into phantasmic hurricane
Crawling onwards daily, autoimmune (filled to the brim with an abundance of destructive Life)
Am the wind, am every breath upon the landscape - addicted to you

And I have loved every fragment in passing
We call for the voice that has ridden itself of us



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Holm
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