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in the center of the woods

that surround my home

nearly obscured, there lies a single well

dug to the deepest reaches

a gateway into hell

the well can not be sealed

the well can not be filled with stones

in the center of my body

bathed in filth

nearly obscured, there lies a gaping hole

dug into flesh like a lesion

a void within my soul

the wound can not be sealed

the wound can not be filled with blood

the wound can not be drained

the wound will bring the flood

when the dark water rises

we shall bathe in its glory

when the water overflows

we shall drown in sorrow

a flooded forest floor

a weight upon my back

a breath to fill my lungs

a tempest in the black

the wound becomes the well

the well becomes my home

the trees will hide me here

in death i am alone