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never rests 

Spend your time swallowed up by fear
Tendrils cling, no longer here
Retracing fragile steps that fade in time
A growing habit that, it feeds

You crept up on me
Tendrils of you curling free
Like smoke in the dark
Like mist in the grass
Like a wind blowing straight through the trees

Twisted

the lavender sky
As you rest, I caress away a tendril of pasta from the corner of your lips
You mutter Armand's name in your sleep, but I don't care
I'm here

you were like "oh shit"
Consequential intercontinental ballistics    
You missed it when I was under the radar
Extending my tendrils assemblin' cars

of the human race
Have been forgotten under the fibers of machines
The way of flesh
Has been struck from the book of life
And all that remains are
The tendrils

The serpent twisting through it 
Pulsating Light 
The tendrils digging roots 
And spreading blight 

Maligned with discontent 
And turning pale

the lavender sky
As you rest, I caress away a tendril of pasta from the corner of your lips
You mutter Armand's name in your sleep, but I don't care
I'm here

Host
Snaking slither of thy tendrils
As I consume the symbiotic leeching race
The foul stench of perception unveiled
Strip thy vitality, a feast

the early morning's light 
And if we could 
Just pluck them 
They are ours for the taking 
These silvery tendrils 
Wrested from our imaginations 

They are

of abhorrence absolving me
Putrescent to the human condition

Venomous tendrils breach all surrounding
Infiltrating vast networks of subconscious entropy
Forsaken

Waking somnambulant walking for hours or days, the forest edge appears in predawn spectral aura
Shimmering tendrils of light dance in the fog, celebrating

The masses gathered at the point of impact
Their wills surrendered but bodies intact
Tendrils of conversion tingle with anticipated ecstacy, a desire

Heavens divide
A wound in time splitting the fabric of reality
Tearing open the rift
Ebon hand of chaos come forth

Tendrils phase into existence

the viscous ancient 
Immaterial tendrils lash violently in the void 
Planets collide in the wake of the celestial onslaught

Chaos strikes true the obsidian

Winter's rage stops to say hello 
Tendrils of his cold and wizened soul 
A long white beard, and antiquated cloak 
His booming voice, the way his

of winding, twisting ropes

Take a struggle step forward
Try to extricate myself
Tendrils only tighten 'round

Every action from my past
Ripple rings

phone—Luke says, "Guys, I swear I'm coming"
But on Manila Drive relaxation runs deep
Luke is falling victim to the tendrils of sleep
He bubbles his way right

Polished liquid, in glossy black 
I fill the skull, parasitically driven to consume the soul 
Tendrils coil and choke the human consciousness 
Brain

of House Roloviel 
Into the darkness she fell 

She fled to colder lands 
Where the black tendrils grabbed hold 

In service to the Daedric princes 
All

"Betrayer
Behead the evil one
Punish him
Wicked one"

Brought to kneel in front of the King 
Ruler of the Sea
Head of snake, tendrils armed to sting
Blank

charcoaled mind
A rusted key pressed into hands of legion deep
A terror true as fraying tendrils start to creep

Clutching laboured heart of grief
I'll wring

Blind tendrils reach out to touch her
Like rising smoke blackens the air
And filters through locked doors to penetrate
Raise a monument to suffering

And don't you call me in the morning 

Is it so hard to untwist your hand 
From the tendrils of my hair? 
Is it so hard to feel my teeth break skin?

What's the deal with all your Pharisees
Stretching out as far as I can see
You've stuck all your tendrils into
The four corners of my melancholy soup