Laceration
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Hollowed by the pain,
I feel the rage coming in
Suffocating waves.
As a wreck in the streams of my bloodied kin's blood,
I dreamt of times saturnine when the festering might
Enflamed our hearts to the point where the lacerating
Was a joy...
It was a joy!
And then, when the vision's gone
And death's unformed,
I am torn.
Our eyes are enslaved by the sight of the pyres,
Cast under the yoke of our own death.
Uttermost the drugs that have led us this far:
The eyes, the poison, the vision, the might,
But still we don't probe the silence.
Here I am rolled and rolled by the stream.
The taste of foam,
The moaning of the winds.
Over
the
cracked roads,
Through the reeds
of the
marshes,
Hollow voices
blow
And the leaves
bow down
to
other masters.
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