NordicFrost
A home within a home
The truth of pleasure denies the fort,
ridden with calluses from within;
where major parts delve and decay,
the shortness of breath hail and pray;
a lunar eclipse summarized the state,
through a prism I viewed within;
born and bred from shades of hate,
a town which made me contemplate;
from a square I saw it disintegrate,
it stretched and fit into my map;
where my eyes foresaw the illustration,
a candle burned into my imagination;
regressed to pain and made me amputate,
belligerently I fought the magistrate;
yet it seemed effortless,
a cubic cell of thorns and stings;
it enclosed itself onto my fate.
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