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The unearthly gravity of years of regret

Accretion spray patterns from distant paroxysms,

growing... swarming

Swarming in apocalyptic droves

Need not look behind or within

I have beheld the withered ends of those hateful corridors

A fractal landscape of monochrome, smothered in dusk

Deep rooted in rot-blighted soil where the worms emerge

I have felt those tendrils reach forth to ensnare

I know once their touch is upon my flesh, they'll never let go

Tonight, rejoice

The coronation of a slavering monarch

And all that wilts beneath his hand

A spectre hangs gallow-strung over your every movement

A revenant of jutting ribs

Witnesses the glory of the end

Tonight, rejoice

The coronation of a walking prison

And all that crumbles to ash within

Diseased and shining like the northern lights

buried in 100 years of radio static

Like the northern lights in the funeral pyre of the world

Fused at the tongue to the admission of failure

So I toil alone, wracked with suffocating silence,

in this blinding haze;

waiting for the starbursts to dissipate and life to begin again

Blood is thick with spit and ash

Cigarette burns on parchment skin

Voice is thin, ulcer-lashed

with old wounds and holes to rub hurt in

Staggering Slowly Rendered Inhuman

Sinking Somewhere Revealed In

Sleep

I have seen the glory of the end