worthless pawn
perpetual dawn
puppet boy
wound-up toy
unhinged stringed thing
imaginary king
gag
rot
writhe
write your books and die
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close my eyes so i can see
hold my breath so i can breathe
one foot in and one foot not
rot and rot and rot and rot
build things down and burn them up
half fill half an empty cup
feather heavy ; heart aflutter
blood gets churned and turned to butter
life: the dreaming after death
close my eyes, and hold my breath
it is the arrogance of sleep in a vast and empty tundra
it is her slow weary thoughts as she falls into the snow
it is Hypnos' loving embrace as He brings her to His brother
it is the fading of the moon behind toxic clouds of war
it is the ringing in our ears from the shells and splitting mortars
it is the river's calming tide as we're ferried to the next
it is the eldritch nights of madness that we fail to comprehend
it is the tragic kiss of lovers embracing after death
it is the unwilling acceptance of this sad and lonely end
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