Hidden deep within the grounds
of a tattered torn mess
Hissing of buried hounds
never a halted recess
blind to the fog
that encapsulates sound
silent ticks of the clock
understanding cannot be endowed
Digging deeper into the cess
feelings of helplessness and death
Lost souls under digress
enchanted under spells of nothing left
What is a stone that supplies nothing
to those who crave a deeper nothing
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 9:57 PM UTC
Hidden deep within the grounds
of a tattered torn mess
Hissing of buried hounds
never a halted recess
blind to the fog
that encapsulates sound
silent ticks of the clock
understanding cannot be endowed
Digging deeper into the cess
feelings of helplessness and death
Lost souls under digress
enchanted under spells of nothing left
What is a stone that supplies nothing
to those who crave a deeper nothing
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