glowing drips, down
tightly grasping the dream
before it slips down the depths
intricately patterned disease
on the brink of silence
mangled paralyzation
against a screamed whisper
that scorching white-hot ice
as we bathe in the dry mud
yes, we must curve to proceed
messenger of tidings unparalleled, that claustrophobia
as explosions resonate white
a dark prison, inescapable heat
want to get away
shoving this aside
souls icy stares bore into
motionless terror, the panic of a mute
that coolness, a glimpse past the delirium
the furrowed brows, the weak smile
caressed
thank you
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