Works

In’out

Crimson throbbing darkness

Within the walls of flesh.

A time organ.

 

Blistering skies churning acid

A chiseling of old rock.

Comes the puss, the rust and decay.

 

Witness a tourtered existence

A charring of the soul

A merciless erosion of the spirit.

 

A MERCiLESS CHARRING OF THE SOUL

 

Now I descend upon you

From the wormhole stiring the heavens.

With morbid wings of an angel

 

“Is this death?

Is this salvation,”

Cries a charred spirit.

 

I am in you, this is in you, you are in me.

You are in and out,

Inside out!

 

Nowhere to be found.

Nonlocality.

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