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Dec 2017
My gapping holes- numb
From a form, unseen in this
Decrepit cavern of earth.
Birthed from above,
Lured by sirens of mortal man.
Bound by the essence of beauty-
Feminine divine.
Forsaken to a pit
Unseen by human eyes
Willed without control
To wander the night-
Meeting a lowly, stark demise.
Against a wall.
Bound in darkness.
Dead I am inside,
But forever alive.

To be a slave:
***** by a ghost
In chains of ice.
#Ice #horror #depressing #**** #death
Industrial Death
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Industrial Death  21/M/North Carolina
(21/M/North Carolina)   
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