Pleonasm

Pleonasm - Ephel Duath

I've been swallowed by the plaything

Born through my brainful ashtray

It stinks pure on this laughable side

The will to skin

This gaping flourish encumbers

Last poor unforeseeable shape

Now it's hard to end this incoherent

Twisted dialogue

A conspirator

I can't image another mask

To surround this pigsty

Listen

Are there ways to limit my disappearing

Tomorrow's decline will necessary fit together

Completeness through isolation

My plans just

Rush to implore a patient essence