Drowning

Worlds scream spirits fail

 

Silence sails blank seas of Night

Circling dark horrors 

Blind hands hunger for touch

For synthetic tastes of Nothingness 

Drowns blanched souls

In the roaring wake of Everything 

As it falls in and out of place

Nothing to forecast 

Nothing to recall 

Blind hands hunger

Circling dark horrors 

Silence sails

Worlds scream 

Blank seas of Night 

Drowning 





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Written on 2024-08-13 at 01:58

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