In the graveyard of dreams
fog whirls around your mutilated carcass
I have been in this state for too long
brittle nails & worn hair, my drawn-out smile
I open your grave to find Pandora's box
your words choke me
turning my teeth a deeper shade of red
scarabs escape
they bore into my face
infiltrate my deepest memories
I surrender
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 3:54 PM UTC
In the graveyard of dreams
fog whirls around your mutilated carcass
I have been in this state for too long
brittle nails & worn hair, my drawn-out smile
I open your grave to find Pandora's box
your words choke me
turning my teeth a deeper shade of red
scarabs escape
they bore into my face
infiltrate my deepest memories
I surrender
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