[Cereal]

i bite the neck of demons
im meaning the steam eats souls through you dreaming
in class out in the carpark
arched feet tip toe on arks of sharpie markers carved
i embark down hells path in a hand basket of harshness
casket empty, sun light morns the dew
your due through period hand print portraits
forshadowing corpses of course this fortress is outgrown through morgues shifts
a canvas of dirt and gravel, landslides a plenty
im denting your fender before you enter the cemetery pleasantly trendy