The unearthly gravity of years of regret
Accretion spray patterns from distant paroxysms,
growing... swarming
Swarming in apocalyptic droves
Need not look behind or within
I have beheld the withered ends of those hateful corridors
A fractal landscape of monochrome, smothered in dusk
Deep rooted in rot-blighted soil where the worms emerge
I have felt those tendrils reach forth to ensnare
I know once their touch is upon my flesh, they'll never let go
Tonight, rejoice
The coronation of a slavering monarch
And all that wilts beneath his hand
A spectre hangs gallow-strung over your every movement
A revenant of jutting ribs
Witnesses the glory of the end
Tonight, rejoice
The coronation of a walking prison
And all that crumbles to ash within
Diseased and shining like the northern lights
buried in 100 years of radio static
Like the northern lights in the funeral pyre of the world
Fused at the tongue to the admission of failure
So I toil alone, wracked with suffocating silence,
in this blinding haze;
waiting for the starbursts to dissipate and life to begin again
Blood is thick with spit and ash
Cigarette burns on parchment skin
Voice is thin, ulcer-lashed
with old wounds and holes to rub hurt in
Staggering Slowly Rendered Inhuman
Sinking Somewhere Revealed In
Sleep
I have seen the glory of the end
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