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Maze
sewers, empty red bowels
fleshy walls dripping
tunnels into unknown lusts
i am dragged in
on our sides run
dark soily minerals,
we are carried by the shrill
maddening cries of black birds
rust, oil, chemical pools
the pig-squeal of barbwire,
surely this is hell
the neverending pain
long distorted passages
lie here and there
like a dead swans neck,
paths of murder everywhere
behind the armies of monsters
there is a room
painted with blood,
a stately font in it's centre
empty and white,
it is, it knows, it thinks,
above it floats a white
ball of fluid[/font]
fleshy walls dripping
tunnels into unknown lusts
i am dragged in
on our sides run
dark soily minerals,
we are carried by the shrill
maddening cries of black birds
rust, oil, chemical pools
the pig-squeal of barbwire,
surely this is hell
the neverending pain
long distorted passages
lie here and there
like a dead swans neck,
paths of murder everywhere
behind the armies of monsters
there is a room
painted with blood,
a stately font in it's centre
empty and white,
it is, it knows, it thinks,
above it floats a white
ball of fluid[/font]
Published 27th Aug 2010
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Anonymous
23rd Feb 2012 9:18pm
I thought I knew where this poem was going, and then when I got to the end it took me somewhere different. An interesting piece.
