Hounds

A dripping walk the moonlight lit

 

A swinging sound inside a rift

 

Bathroom floor a bastard sits

 

A lonesome cry, trapped in twitch

 

A game of sides, a man is split

 

Left eye drounds, right eye drifts

 

Flesh smoked, sting inside

 

Ripped brain, burning pride

 

Chimes of stains, sins of smell

 

Running water, hounds from hell

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