On Apocrypha

Original media : TES Online By Anonymous What takes the world in lightened sense Can also seek the outward gleam They rob the all of essence to Report the nothing they have seen Bone extrusions gash and grind In moistened depths of smacking heat While tearing flesh from averse bone The body whole prepares to eat A writhing mass of heaped appendage Slipping grasp the squirming slick Extend the reach to touch the face Burn the mind, reveal the quick Crushing razors, hollow shells That snap, that twitch, that cinch and rend To hold the subject, bodily, 'Til mind blows soft and life meets end