by Absynthe Elysium


Torn inside a rift,
anchorless, adrift,
nothing comes and nothing goes,
teeth sink into live wires.


Alive with pain,
vivid is the stain,
hands start to tremble when I think of what remains.


Countless fathoms I dive under,
thought I would find my slumber.
Tumbling over toppled lumber,
fists are split with nails.


Zepplins crashing to the icebergs..


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