The freezing whirlwind ices up my bones
Carves into my skin
Rips the air right out of my lungs
My insides rupture from the weight of the world
Controlling strings cut my wrists
Shackles bind me to the ground
My eyes sewn shut with barbed wire
My flesh turns purple, turns black as my body palpitates
Tears turn to hail on the way down
Bleak hands rip my limbs off and shred them to pieces
Harbingers of death drown me in cacophony
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Author:
Denas (
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- Category: Reflection
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