Death In Human Skin

 

Bone white skin and stained glass eye sockets
Grotesque breath heaves from upraised hellion lungs
And a smile so broken that laughter echoes shatter

Joints twist of lost fortitude slow like molasses
In my aches trying to hold onto kingdoms.
Faster my steeds faster as I pace towards oblivion

The conquered realms of broken thoughts of
Whims and and hopes die in numbers
Unrelenting until the buckling of a sigh

The possibilities are endless until death...
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