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afterimage

the memories of it were faded

but the wounds dig deeper

into flesh and bone, beyond clustered cells

i listen, intensely

the faint whine of mechanical whirrs

words of prayer from the mouth of a sinner

the deafening screams of silence

an endless cacophony of unfiltered noise

tuneless, brittle, piercing

the sounds of color

red, green, blue

grating sound waves that penetrates through my auditory canal

etching into the crevices of my skull

i must awake

before i sink in too deep

like a ship on angry waters

a memory upholding through the test of time

a kaleidoscope of blood written in clocks

words of prayer written in blood

dismembered feathers of angel kin

i taste ichor on my tongue

bleeding into my senses

i see it

the angel of mortal skin

yet their heavenly rays fail to reach

reach our world turned into pandemonium

i am blinded by the incompatible truth

a permanent copy of the meaningless image

bled into my retinas

i must awake

before i fall into eternal slumber

I open my eyes

but the afterimage still lingered