Something writhing
Arising, inside you
Escaping the flesh tomb
Slowgoing, great A’tuin
White everywhere, snowglobe
Deleting pictures, making space for nudes
See the tattoo no one but you sees
Dead by Dawn, like this was Deicide
Day of my decision, book a random flight
Relying on vision to see me right
Solomon’s finger like a brac, ring inside
Lost my mind last night, see no red colourblind
See lemon, yellow-skinned demon
Four and a half hours after eleven, remarkable presence
Delivering presents, definition of presence, pay no less than.
Fine wines and walked lines, profanedivines
Collared for my crimes
Bandage the wounds but the flow won’t stymy
Bondage in my room, demands don’t untie me
King in bearing and allure but not in title
I’m biding my time, take the throne and tithe you
You’ve had wine and your tongue’s unwinding, I remind you
Who exactly you’re speaking to
Blood on steel, world war two
We’re not speaking, left on read
Corpse reeking, blessed undead
The long and winding road to where corpses grow
Markers of eponymous stone, overgrown with hedera
Bold in my era, I have courted Hera
Ouija’s location I apported there
Heard it reported, white went the priesthair
You can eke out my visage if you stare
Long into the scrying mirror, in there
Somewhere.
Alchemisland 
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