now i feel your hand.
It is motionless.
Oh my god it's dead.
The light is on,
the devil jeers at me,
he drags your corpse across barbed hooks
and takes away my soul with laughter."
~Wumpscut
vertrauten gesicht, nichts
weiter erhennen als die
spuren die dertod
darin hinterlassen."
"sometimes in an intimate face,
I can only recognise the
marks that death will
leave behind."
~Wumpscut
