Eriatarka

And there are those who Hadn't found the speaking so wrong Is it wrong Of Pavlov lore They ran rampant through the floors Is this wrong Feels so wrong Happened on a respirator In the basements Are they gone are they gone Stung the slang of a gallows bird Rationed a dead letter pure Trackmarked amoeba lands craft Cartwheel of scratches Dress the tapeworm as pet Tentacles smirk please Flinched the cocooned meat Infra-recon forgets Now there are those who find Comfort in the breathing