Pain bloomed,
along its festering vines
It's tendrils
peered through my eyes
I could feel them,
throughout my exposure
choking me, suffocating.
I was reborn
I was trapped, content.
My body, never again was rhythmic
With fueled strength,
I watched in distance,
how they burned.
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 9:33 AM UTC
Pain bloomed,
along its festering vines
It's tendrils
peered through my eyes
I could feel them,
throughout my exposure
choking me, suffocating.
I was reborn
I was trapped, content.
My body, never again was rhythmic
With fueled strength,
I watched in distance,
how they burned.
