- Free and untangled. -

Description by Undertaker

Or, the Monster that never was ;3 ____________________________________________ ~ My eyes are arid and cold, on a portrait\'s insides. I am time-hardened wax and I can see wide. Fungus and frost have fondled my frontside and I... Did he wonder and wander in small ages? Did he forget that I died? He\'s older and ugly and a beautiful baby, he\'s retinal mist. Far away, far away leaning and twisting, I moan and I list! Not flying, not walking, porous, like curtains, I hang on the dampness of Spring, I\'ve known my own scrapings for so many years I know that something is coming. Not demon, not quickly, gradual breaking glass, My knees will go out from under me. I\'ve borne my own weight for so many years, I know the ground is dissolving. Not under, not behind, not slow torpid. I\'m far-away attic frost, free and untangled! Didn\'t he wonder? I shall surprise him! Did he forget? I shall remind him! Please hold my hand, beautiful ugly man! I\'ve come untangled, but we shall find frost again, Dizzy and turning, you never need walk! I shall carry you, hold you, early and blinded! My son is no burden, I\'m ancient with sorrow strength!