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Under the mantle of this world The thickness of the storm clouds Perpetual, thorough Meeting the foam crest of the waves Dark enough to hide intentions Walking along the tired rocky shore A stretch common, tasteless to all but the vaguest sense Some spray, felt deep along the sides of the tongue The sobering corpse, I found Still clawing at the stones I can feel the tears well in my eyes There is nothing I can do Empathetic thoughts blow through my mind Cold strains of tainted breath His voice is cold air, so dissimilar And with every trace of dogma Such overused platitudes Yet I hold fast to that stringent emotion He knows me He knows what I used to be, and what brought me to who I am I watch him He tries to pry, bone exposed at the fingertips Why did this come to me Remorse Filled with pity, I bend down I comfort him The host burst And now I feel it Moving though the back of my skull It's tendrils become rooted The eyes see though my own And it swallows what It will The desperate remains inside me scream at it But it's just rotten flesh And there's nothing left for me Now and forever
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Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 12:41 AM UTC
Haunted
Under the mantle of this world The thickness of the storm clouds Perpetual, thorough Meeting the foam crest of the waves Dark enough to hide intentions Walking along the tired rocky shore A stretch common, tasteless to all but the vaguest sense Some spray, felt deep along the sides of the tongue The sobering corpse, I found Still clawing at the stones I can feel the tears well in my eyes There is nothing I can do Empathetic thoughts blow through my mind Cold strains of tainted breath His voice is cold air, so dissimilar And with every trace of dogma Such overused platitudes Yet I hold fast to that stringent emotion He knows me He knows what I used to be, and what brought me to who I am I watch him He tries to pry, bone exposed at the fingertips Why did this come to me Remorse Filled with pity, I bend down I comfort him The host burst And now I feel it Moving though the back of my skull It's tendrils become rooted The eyes see though my own And it swallows what It will The desperate remains inside me scream at it But it's just rotten flesh And there's nothing left for me Now and forever
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#dream#death#end#dead#scream#youth#child#venom#parasite#host
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Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 12:41 AM UTC
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