Mindless, floating,
blackened wings caress corrupted air
Cindered, ashen,
powdered sprites numberless abound
Forbidding lunar
landscapes coating memories of despair
All of nothing
everywhere and all around no sound
Molten waves drown
silent screams in cruel discorporation
Chronic fractals
paralysed in contorted final throws
Sad abandoned hollow
dreams in moulded termination
Beneath a surging
onslaught that casts a timeless pose
Hiding away in the
dark, out of sight, impervious, passing by,
Indifferent to the
agony and the emptiness inside.
The weekly hugs and
adopted rituals, over polite cups of tea,
The same old tableaus
and anecdotal yarns reach stale new perspective,
While distantly,
detached and unfettered by the monotony of undying grief,
Embalmed in taboo, the
final punch, lines a destructive, arousing inflective.
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