An aberration, of the human form.
Abomination, merged into the swarm.
Morbid visions of a world you cannot understand, and yet you still want a taste.
Suffering screaming dying and bleeding, but we're still begging for more.
More, and when your flesh begins to fail, you will become like us.
"j'ai fais le mort, pour voir qui danse sur ma tombe"
Square painting ; 100/100 cm