sb: robert looks tired and upset all the time

 unknown woods, with childhood trees, faces rotted into bark, they SCREAM AT YOU, UNHOLY & VISCOUS. she’s in the teeth of a dog, riled her into ripping, he causes a riot to set loose and SHE’S ALREADY HANGING FROM THE EARTH’S NOOSE, they want her dead, they want her dead, she is dead. THEY’LL HANG HER SKIN, parade her around, she’s the rose queen at last, she’s still beautiful while in PIECES. the ruler, the queen, attention on her, she holds them captivated, who knew her blood would drip, drip, drip, so red on bricks. they got their wish, DING DONG, the witch is dead. she catches their tongues before she becomes their anarchy, say your final words before you’re burning into brash, medium rare human !! that’s how he liked it.