Dig me down, deep.
Deeper...
fetter me, in shadows, and mosses
The way I was oft plagued,
in the skeletal recesses,
by darkness...
and sweet, green life, would sprout merrily,
in its wake.
Like a sickbed possession...
a pox-infected blanket,
wrap me in oilcloth, and set me afire.
Surrender my wounded devil,
to the trees...to the skies...
to the moon, and the stars.
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 1:42 AM UTC
Dig me down, deep.
Deeper...
fetter me, in shadows, and mosses
The way I was oft plagued,
in the skeletal recesses,
by darkness...
and sweet, green life, would sprout merrily,
in its wake.
Like a sickbed possession...
a pox-infected blanket,
wrap me in oilcloth, and set me afire.
Surrender my wounded devil,
to the trees...to the skies...
to the moon, and the stars.
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