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
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