Horror Throne
Withered alien skeleton man digging through
the dumpsters for any kinda fix
Nothing can fully dessimate the killing fields
of memories from where you rose
Nothing to do or be other then embrace the
midnight of otherness that is at the very roots of
awareness where self shimmers an odd theatrical
stage of lit up play in the sorrows of having been
repititiously born too many roles to go on and
much more to come where ice replaces blood
and the body freezes in undercover storm rages
where not a single person comprhends the full
blown cancerous implications
Such a history of shattered misconseptions
untouchable shadow puppett dreams beggar
kings upon boiling skinned bones a poisoned
stare darker then winters first touch of night
not a thing can be done to silence the horror
televised reality of our cultural traps on to
meaningless drive malformed by backwards
clocks and odd screams
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