Drawing closer to the corrosion
fate has already begun to decay,
calamities limbs reduced to simple bone
this hole ridden husk called flesh,
with the blood seamlessly gushing out
The epitome of pure terror
one that is unmistakable, yet inconceivable
like the weight of god on your mind
the enduring, maddened by its reflection
unmercifully giving, yet self-starved
The cold sweat that flows down your face
a silent buzzing, in the back of your mind
with an intensity that is nearly crippling
trying to beat it away until all thought is gone
you remain silent, bludgeoned and bleeding
aching dull pain crippling your small reality,
as if there ever was one,
cringing as you feel your eyes roll back round
calcifying any hope that ever slightly remained
proposing to live a life, as bound to cliche
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