Ravenously
gulping down the ghoulish and great
Hoping
to get away from the sweet, soft, surrendering that comes with you-
Knowing
not what the knots in my abdomen meant;
I
continued to ravenously gulp down the ghoulish and great
“Macabre”
is the home I know and built
I
find comfort in its skulls; orifices with meaning now left vacant
Where
the eyes once found refuge, only worms and soil abundant
Where
the voice once birthed from, only silence and the cold apparent!
Where
apparatuses of the ear once were burrowed, only memories of sound come in the
hollow
Ravenously
gulping down the ghoulish and great
Hoping
to get away from the sweet, soft, surrendering that comes with you-
A
kiss from the cyanide-filled chalice, prevents the absorbing of your pure
heart-state
I
continued to ravenously gulp down the ghoulish and great
To
leave me alone in the tomb of my fate
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