Hell and brimstone on earth.
The deep fire within me to soar back out of the earth.
Scraping and clawing at the dirt caving in on me.
No emotion. Its what they desire. The flagrancy of my mire.
Immorality of causality.
A lack breath in between life.
I can no longer merely survive.
My demons await. Invisible. Nearly there.
Here now are the times of the deceased.
The lovers and the long forgotten.
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 12:47 PM UTC
Hell and brimstone on earth.
The deep fire within me to soar back out of the earth.
Scraping and clawing at the dirt caving in on me.
No emotion. Its what they desire. The flagrancy of my mire.
Immorality of causality.
A lack breath in between life.
I can no longer merely survive.
My demons await. Invisible. Nearly there.
Here now are the times of the deceased.
The lovers and the long forgotten.
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