Whipping the
silent air
With a sword
sharpened tongue
That bleeds
the toxic path
Power is his
rathe
Dividing the
few
Empty vessels
Nowhere to
run
Nowhere to
explore
Skin that
etches
Empty crevasses
Thirst drips
on the table
Eyes glaze
Fire burning
Skin raised
Mind is a blaze
Body is a
maze
Emotional
corners
Too dark to
ignore
Particles of
flickering flashes
It continues
On it bashes
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