grip my breath this nest of serpents left-for certain debt exposed
stench of vermin scent a permanent deterrent to these clones-
seeking solace in the footsteps of eccentric monotones, rattled
bones hollow whispers- gutted fisted through the nose, I atone
a maggot twisted death is gifted shadows close, as the echoes
stimulate the nervousness of this abode, as i rose in prominence
my dominance in populace is shown, yet I have a somber wish

though……….I’m still in this shit alone