they lived within
death’s other cold dominion,
a life of tubes
spun out in atrophy
we thought we had a choice;
the king or jester —
then frigid night
burned up in
agony
they lived within
death’s other cold dominion,
a life of tubes
spun out in atrophy
we thought we had a choice;
the king or jester —
then frigid night
burned up in
agony