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Jars: contents of moments

Old bones of my last feast 
lost and sold to the dust of ages 
ages collect in cryptic skulls 
of entities that sit and pray 
worship in a cave 
of my inner minds eye
within jars of the beast 
bizarre things move 
in the slime and muck I smash 
the contents of moments 
lost to the night 
cutting my flesh 
in rhythm and rage
jagged jars are broken glass 
how long will it last 
watching the remains 
the reminisces of being 
wasted moments in time 
washing out fast in jars of my mind