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, 
Shallow words.