casual force
locked inside a rhythm
pressure throttled
the scent of art, sex, and blood
weight in the air
calms’ throat has been slit open
god’s just a rumor
nothing is saving anyone

awareness is betrayal
when everything you’ve learned for years
has just pushed you closer to some things
and further away from others
all of which are mortal

sightless and crazed
abandoned by nothing
skin of virus
the sense of eyes, thought and form
it slits away
the layers of dark between us
cold whispered thoughts
drown out the monotone urge

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