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Light aches through a black maw
Holler in anguish
Thrusting a knife forged from pitch
Heartfelt lunge, stab and curse
A bruising bite results in rent skin
Lunge, stab and curse
Trek through a black maw
Explore a vacant aisle
Vigour and cognition subjugated
Paralyzing limbs
Everything is turning into a labyrinthine mess
Reverting to a slow mull
Comfortless rogation
False perception of finding ease in your evaporating warmth
The colourless walls of flesh or arbitrary coils of veins serve no guard
Expedition, circulation
Revolving in circles
Everything is now a fucking mess
Desolate disposable husk
Trespassing a vestal body
Clenching the pure soul by its throat
Thrusting a knife forged from pitch
Trek through a black maw
Light aches
"I could barely stand up
I'd like to say that I pulled myself together, but I didn't, I couldn't
I took my bag, took whatever supplies I found lying around him, and dragged myself onwards,
It was only later on that I realized how I cherished this moment, since it was the most insignificant of the horrors I encountered on the coming suns,
And to think that of all the days I spent there
This took place during the second
All I could hear was my own pulse
And the thrum of Darwin Falls in the distance"
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Desperate flock pining back to their precious homes
All of which were burnt down years ago
With their belongings, their children and their wives
Lower to feed on the skin of the acolyte
It's already tattered, just tear off a bite
With murder as a second nature this should not be a challenge
But more of a delight - Sever the head with smirk and with might
This is a mere hue on the palette of smiles on your rescuer
Awarded and venerated for his contribution and sacrifice
Stretch the pelt over the boughs
Soaked in blood and bits that are no longer warm
Unrecognizable figure glancing back from the puddle
Infused with aberrations, this is who you are
Anomalies in the breathing sequence
Phasing in and out of consciousness
Dualistic excuse of a human being
Infused with aberrations
"I came across another knave, sobbing and croaking
He had fallen off of his horse, only to be crushed by it a second later
On his way down through an unfortunately located heap of brushwood, his right ear got torn off almost completely and he bit off half of his tongue
I tried to speak to him, ask him if he had any rope in his saddlebag, or even water for that matter
What I could tell from the indistinct moaning, was that he couldn't feel his legs, the rest stayed unanswered
His lower body was completely engulfed by the carcass of his deceased companion
I knew it was useless to even try to help him, so I just sat there and stared him
He blatted and made noise for awhile, then quieted down, now just panting, gasping
I took my bag, lifted it over his face, and pressed it down as hard as I possibly could
My fingers were spasming, I bawled
He didn't resist at all, and I'm glad he didn't"
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A quiet mongrel caught in a forest fire
A quiet mongrel caught in a forest fire
Dripping thick muddy fluids
Oozing from it's belly
Bloodless fractures
In from the stomach, glide right through
Rapid stream on a paved downhill
Gyrating lifeless, nearing the thrum
Throbbing lungs, pant and gasp
A quiet mongrel
Oozing from it's belly
In from the stomach, out through the backbone
Tufts of fur on the tips of the branches
Composing a colossal arch
The waters here are acrid
The food here is rotten
A pile of carrion
"And that's when I knew I had to leave
I dragged myself forwards,
My body bruised, my palms and soles covered in ulcers
Blood and shit clinging to my skin like a reeking coating
Light ached, I felt irrelevant
Towing a bag which contents I'd rather not speak of
Past the occasional piles of carrion, my thoughts drowned to the thrum of Darwin Falls in the distance"
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