run through with poison water
orbs of raw mercury
sinking through the piss
trails of ragged high abandon
blood draped curvature of frost
the kingdom's entrance piled high
with disfigured forms.
You wore out your persona.
The night grew like a sea of things.
Monuments attracted mold and moss.
Revolutions congealed
into suffocating social masks.
The retina of the sun was paranoia.
The remnant of the moon
cursed and howled.
She was a woman of the graveyard
lost in an orgy of bones.
She was my last screw
standing on shattered words.
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