Webbed lungs,
strain the voice,
haul the breath,
clasps the throat shut.
Dewy words,
a coughing gaze
bloodshot haze
of unforgiving pain.
Tickling spiders
nest in the tract.
Vessel of silenced echoes,
once blissful sounds.
Pipe of life,
lead to death,
fastened through illness,
and build-up.
The mind plays,
a weeping graveyard,
of shivering souls
petting the spiders.
As the eyes blanch
soothingly.
The air gently
disperses.
A tomb sits above you,
awaiting showers of grief,
from those who ached for a song,
and wished those ghastly webs gone.
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 10:43 PM UTC
Webbed lungs,
strain the voice,
haul the breath,
clasps the throat shut.
Dewy words,
a coughing gaze
bloodshot haze
of unforgiving pain.
Tickling spiders
nest in the tract.
Vessel of silenced echoes,
once blissful sounds.
Pipe of life,
lead to death,
fastened through illness,
and build-up.
The mind plays,
a weeping graveyard,
of shivering souls
petting the spiders.
As the eyes blanch
soothingly.
The air gently
disperses.
A tomb sits above you,
awaiting showers of grief,
from those who ached for a song,
and wished those ghastly webs gone.
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