Infection
Posted by Thanatos [ badhoge AT hotmail DOT com ]; on June 24, 2006 at 22:25:07:
the plastic sheath of whats seen
can you see the me
behind the screen
dwelling in the unkown
desecrator of whats shown
and I'll die in that palace
I'm in the withering away
can you find me
and I travel the caress of the wind
and the whispers of madmen
screaming the obscene
I love my palace of pain
(its where only the dying remain)