Flytrap

Tristan Robert Lange

The song of death birds
Trills through the air,
The gray morning dense
With infernal moisture.
 
Everything sticks
To the putrid flytrap
Of my suffocating soul.
Another death.
 
Black light magnificent
Glows neon violet
Shade upon my mind
Locked in a music box.
 
The tune haunts me
As it clicks through
With mechanical precision.
The song has found me—
 
Again.
 
 
© 2024 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
  • Author: Tristan Robert Lange (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 31st, 2024 08:27
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  • sorenbarrett

    What I felt when I heard Mozart's Lacrimosa the first time. A dark and wonderful write

    • Tristan Robert Lange

      Ooh, Lacrimosa! Great reference! Thank you for reading and commenting!

    • Tony36

      Great write



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