Fox Womb - Full of Hell

True blue syphilitic grace, aligned

Pellucid intentions of thine

The knot wood overgrown nursery is reflecting

«Cerebrum tuum putrida»

The Goldfinch and the Tern have begun feasting on what’s been left

The grey matter that the soul mate rejected

Cannot subsist on seed husks

Where did it go?

The sense of enchantment, the endeavors of passion?

Thinning hair line, lost in inception, time elapses

The cobbled foundation, so simply begotten, stands monolithic

Wander, swift fox.

For love is gone, fertility has passed

Wander, swift fox.

For love is gone