In Pitch Black Piss

Fumbling through another night's swamp. Another noose to escape. There is no rest to be found within these taunting walls no serenity to seize. This corpse ravaged and hollowed out by an army of termites. In pitch black piss. In a destined circle of chaos. The pattern works as corrosive needles in this everyday carnage. This corpse ravaged and hollowed out by an army of termites.