Hordes - The Breathing Process

The scent of entrails, thickened the air

Soils muddied with blood

I continue deeper in the murky abomination

Of this land

As the insects fly circling circling circles circling circling cycles

To pass unscathed is to pass unwanting

I want you now

As the insects fly circling circling circles circling circling cycles circling

The swarm takes form of deaths consuming black transfix

I begin to breathe.

My lungs devoured

(My only solace was self contempt. Where are you now? Where are you now?)

My eyes begin to bleed as they crawl through my veins are bled and dry

But my insatiable appetite for disease

Devours their menacing vessels

Where are you now?

Dark clouds descend upon the suffocating horde

All the flies among us

I cast you down into the swarm of the Legion

Hail the great decay

The scent of entrails, thickened the air

Soils muddied with blood

I continue deeper in the murky abomination