the walls of a poem
like the folding of wings
they burn through the base of the skull
under the eyelids
the night eternal
down fell the city of words
the blackness throbbing
foul and unrestrained
under the seafloor
against the white sand
where the land has been drinking
all our blood and regret
our words are like quicksand
against the endless sky
the poisonous darkness
in solid silence
like rivers of ice
we burn the blinding fires
in the void of my spirit
deep in the lungs of hell
to sink like lead
in the void of my spirit
deep in the lungs of hell
traceless through the air

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