Irately clawing out of four cement blockades
Teeter forward like archaic graves
Immersed in shrouds that suffocate
Bristly snares pull me under like the tide
Sourly untouchable, withering stares prod my thin skin
In the flurry of my plunge
I lunge, remaining untouched
Swooping into cavernous
The flat, moist stones strewn
A veil that squelches sight
As daylight fades to night
I ponder potential plight
Trembling lightly in the grains
Tornadoes surge like roaring waves
The projectile leaves me languid like a wilting erection
Lethargically I heave dryly
My face as cold as frost
Pale blueness fights its way to the forefront of my flesh
Feebly I seize in the sordid stars
Blackness worms into the holes
Filling the empty spaces of my soul
TBC...
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