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Rising fluid mirk

Static limbs, forsaken released

Hegemonic cessation

Flourish in pitch beneath

Funereal...

Piercing spinose wreath

Swell odious tide

Engulf diseased monastery

Wardens shrink to fright

Enthralled within the obscene

Arrant stagnation

Cloak intramural tombs creation

Dig, dig

Souls mantle is breached

Leach horrors and birth

Graves deathless grief

Foresee thunder that mounts the storm

Coruscating phrenic catacombs

A tomb without air

Is a tomb voiceless and mute

Desensitised to silence

All screams fade to nil

Black blood

Drips sweet and slow

Like sap from a coarse

Trunk whos limbs have broke

With the weight of time

You who laughed

So easy so freely

At holy words warning of pride

Sleep below the surface

Of dreams stricken with portentous tragedy

The grand arc of madness

Poisoned to rot on the vine

A mind bedevilled by winter

Shall know no more springs divine

Release from the simmer

Simmering darkness of sleep

Where hells portals invite us

Who's devils have us to keep

This lock could only be opened

By nightmares become as key

So long I've stared at blackness

And now that blackness is me