Depraved Thickets from Decadence by Wood Spider

stones grow up from the ground
crashing towards the sky
losing definition
only to my eyes

[Echoes of Voices in the High
Towers ALL Wounds Explained
Here all knives Bandaged
all empires Arrested all
Castles unbuilt Hearts
unbroken

ALL our Splendid Monuments
Lipstick traces on a cigarette
the Light up on only Land
Forest here once
Forest here again
Blank your mind with
Lightning Fire & Blood
AND PUSH AWAY ALL THIS]*

i am in the foggy world of dreams
the shapes above me are looming and cracking
telling me things i cannot say
“repeat!”
i lay entangled in these limbs only to watch them burn away
holding [me]
left alone, would it ever stop
“we’re hurt”





*Excerpt from Echoes of Voices in the High Towers by Robert Montogomery

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