Torment

Denas

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
  • Author: Denas (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 27th, 2020 04:16
  • Category: Reflection
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