Out of the Woodwork
It’s a larvae
Trust me
Evil crawls and worms-it burrows to bore holes in the spirit
But surrender to the mechanism and you find the other side
Love
Surrender to completion and let the rodents pick at your bones until they’re like porcelain
Do not follow in the feet of invisible men
Do not listen to the whispering calls of comfort
Do not trust the voice in your head
Question everything until you have nothing else to ask
Do not seek me; you don’t have the tools
I will find you at just the right moment when you need nothing, have everything and understand both.
I will keep you forever and we shall never part again