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Hell is not Fire and brimstone Frozen Or sheeted in ice No, Hell is The hollow pain Inside your stomach From days spent staring at the walls It is the panic That sits on your chest Crushing your sternum Under the weight of his absence The ache In the marrow Of your spine As you wake to face Another Mountain Another Monster Another Day The terror of forgetting How all his corners and edges Feel beneath your finger tips Or how the constellations Glittered in the cerulean night Of his eye Hell is The fear that All the threads holding you together Woven like tapestry Will fray And fall apart The thought Of your souls untwining Pulled and picked apart By time Distance And silence
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Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 11:57 AM UTC
The Tenth Circle
Hell is not Fire and brimstone Frozen Or sheeted in ice No, Hell is The hollow pain Inside your stomach From days spent staring at the walls It is the panic That sits on your chest Crushing your sternum Under the weight of his absence The ache In the marrow Of your spine As you wake to face Another Mountain Another Monster Another Day The terror of forgetting How all his corners and edges Feel beneath your finger tips Or how the constellations Glittered in the cerulean night Of his eye Hell is The fear that All the threads holding you together Woven like tapestry Will fray And fall apart The thought Of your souls untwining Pulled and picked apart By time Distance And silence
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Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 11:57 AM UTC
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