Originally posted on Afterwards:
This starless nothing spins, consuming And withers, just like time Pale faced, backs bent, and fingers clicking Silent lips mouth blissful groans, sublime Emerging, shed cocoon sticky underfoot They slither in foul brine, gasping And to a damned eternity He bleeds his lot to everlasting Each promise kept betrays his heart…
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