Woorden: Most Precious Blood. Shark Ethic.

The bearer of burden returns with inability to cope with separation anxiety
It remains to torture me until I breathe and don't scream
It stays to chip away at me until I sleep and don't dream
Roots from my feet sprung like barbed wire and serpents's tongue, rendering me still - a quadripilegic in an iron lung
On my back with scavengers above
The scent of carrion - rotting love
Master your fear