Coven of the Larynx - Full of Hell

The larynx croaks inward devotion

An existence hewn from varicose flesh

Palatal tones pass dimly outward

From a slurred and careworn wretch’s mouth

Bereft of love, self inflicted

The molded image of a crippled whelp

Marked with a benign crow’s foot

And wallowing in placidity

And from the same loam, I was borne and cut

A wicked lich, spiraling senseless

Caustic pariah.

Pitch smeared visage

Boring through you