Buried in a name you don’t own
Numb lungs on a rotten throne
The tainted wreath you once wore
Has rusted your eyes, breed sore
The raw, smothered ditch has deepened,
Spitting rubbles and decayed oaths.
No other witness than your loathe
Can expound your shivers, heathen!
Silky throat ensnaring the herd,
Howling at yours dense, blurred,