there are hints
of a broken world
inscribed in the raptures of a dim sky
as a cowering body exhales a flood of
despair
- cornered and losing control
i am a collective of shattered souls
that have lost their way home
there are distortions on the surface
and complete disarray beneath;
we have no such thing as beautiful sorrow
in the coarse textures of my world
i try to balance on my mind
and its calamities
but i am drunk on a numbing affliction
excruciatingly dry
on the length of my thoughts
and i am free-falling
through a self-exhumed abyss
i can hear them -
calling me back
to a familiar place
where all is black
and soundless
muted screams
clawing at my eyes
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