Shark Ethic

The bearer of burden returns with inability to cope with separation anxiety. It remains to torture me until I breathe and don't scream. It stays to chip away at me until I sleep and don't dream. Roots from my feet sprung like barbed wire and serpent's tongue. Rendering me still, a quadrapalegic in an iron lung. Roots from my feet sprung like barbed wire and serpent's tongue. Rendering me still, a quadrapalegic in an iron lung. On my back with scavengers above, The scent of carrion rotting love. Master your fear. (X4)