Flesh in Loops
Out of the shower and there's a doorknob up my ass. A truck recycled where Death exists before God. Asses create blindness. When Death becomes too proud, a sea of mud has a cod.
After it billed and ate animals, the sun goes to sleep, withdrawn from water that sits for a year before it walks. Nothing to be done but swallow.
A terrifying desert gives cod flies to eat. Life is hard and fire voids that. Snakes rise from a fee to strangle the moon. Holes in the sun fall flesh in loops.
The first Death was without anything and wanted to do better so the soul in my eyes smokes clouds and swims there where stars eat their own shit. A leaf hardens to stone berating its toner sound.
The river removes my eyes and replaces them with pieces of sky. My death exists to terrify an entire shower consumed by snakes. Snake venom will renew my ass.
Off the doorknob, I've gone to sleep where moons rise from the sea and strangle the stars. My only sounds are withdrawn from voids. Animals eat me for a year until I walk. They'll do anything except swallow.