Psychosis Awakens And Craves Earthly Essence

Certainty Dwindles In The Mocking Tint Of Nights Moon. I Rest My Vessel On The Hardwood Floor, Reality Splinters My Protruding Spine, I Sink My Teeth Into Existence. It's Putrid Fluid Flows And Drips, The Inhabited Squared Sanctum Morphs Into A Prison. Psychosis Awakens And Craves Earthly Essence.