Saturno devorando a su hijo

Something ferocious, compartmental in our character the splitting in-breed, obsession with breach To debarrass yourself of what is yours, erase the memory, kill the things, wipe it clean The violent immune defense against any origin the grudge gritting on any continuity. A nomadic landscape Who nightly abhors the primal scene for all the virginal work she did.The smack of flesh on flesh Who fitted you out,is juttering you down right now. The scuffles, the gasps Head lolled, white- knuckling bleeding it dry. Wrapping the grimy scraps; a rite de passage The child you would have loved like any mother, like any father had you not been a parent and an adult.