Horror Throne

Withered alien skeleton man digging through the dumpsters for any kinda fix Nothing can fully dessimate the killing fields of memories from where you rose Nothing to do or be other then embrace the midnight of otherness that is at the very roots of awareness where self shimmers an odd theatrical stage of lit up play in the sorrows of having been repititiously born too many roles to go on and much more to come where ice replaces blood and the body freezes in undercover storm rages where not a single person comprhends the full blown cancerous implications Such a history of shattered misconseptions untouchable shadow puppett dreams beggar kings upon boiling skinned bones a poisoned stare darker then winters first touch of night not a thing can be done to silence the horror televised reality of our cultural traps on to meaningless drive malformed by backwards clocks and odd screams