I am a world without a view
I shatter tracheas, I drag the sun
Blood red sacrificial lamb, into the streets I run
I am the undead becoming.
Finding solace in stones, amidst steel trees rot.
Hidden cocoon daylight, beautiful dream I'm not.
And when the chamber cried forlorn and the cage rattled backwards...the cenotaph broke and I ran faster and faster.
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