Dark, Enclouded Murk

I slip into the murk of tumbled, troubled minds
Encased within the womb of Darkness’ chilling hands
My eyes are hazed, enclouded by confusing fogs
My arms lie limp along my frozen frame
Dirtied, blackened snow impedes my quaking legs
Mischieved, unseen phalanges play my heart – arrhythmic tunes
Filtered thoughts assault my inner sight, a swarm of devil moths
Happiness seems drowned in living’s blackened lake
Hope has run to foreign, shining lands
Here I lie, a dank, malignant worm

 

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