Biome

Biome, can we protect ourselves from being smothered?
How is it still so reassuring to the organ wasting away
In a box of rolled cigarettes?

My majesty is rotten
And the skin is morphing to the fears of individualism
My majesty is rotten
And the skin is morphing to the fears of individualism

Seeking and counting
Hatred is a long fuse
Dusk descends, latex hands
Identity screenshot memoir

My body is porous
And filled with seeds
God's miscarriage
God's miscarriage