You woke up everyday
With salt between your ribs
Mixed with your ancient wounds and consumed flesh
I woke up every night
With burden inside my chest
Hoping to abort whats left of you
And spit you to the ground
Miscarried nightmares of headless corpses
Making out on black shores
Miscarried nightmares of limbless brides
Embracing their way to serenity
The amount of grief and anger
Is growing like a plague
The amount of grief and anger
Is spreading like a cancer
supported by 5 fans who also own “Miscarried Allure”
listening to it now with a few shots of vodka. got to be the perfect way to finish off the day. roll on the next release. favourite track. the whole damn album. barry palmer