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

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