January

Artists : Epidemic Effect : January

Flesh is weakening.
Love, like the ivy, (consumes;)
Elated by rain,
Struck down and fettered,
Half-alive.

Inside, the poison of the depraved, to prick thee,
Sterile victim, the prey. (the slave.)

Where the bait is placed, the plant must follow.
Each moment is redundent, like the last
Annual newcoming for thy hand to bear.
Known, is not the syringe nor admittance.
Emptiness binds carbon to oxygen.
Never are the toxins, in spite, released.
Irate, the plant can't expend nor exhale;
Needing to feed. Observing the harvest.
Growing heads. Flesh is weakening.