Panic Becomes Despair - Thantifaxath

Rotted fruit bleeding

Spilling over their wooden tables

Gritting teeth, rusty forks raised, betrayal smile

River over wood falls towards the floor

Flesh falls

Where once there was, there is no more

Tastes odours flattened stretched

Strobing panic increases

In the flesh that’s eternally falling

Through the cracks

Dying to capture that which is lost

Lost beneath the ground

Panic becomes despair

Sinking

Scratching

Flowing

In the cracks

Unreachable

Panic forever becoming despair