In perfect agony, blissfully unaware of cerulean ceiling.
Clammy walls, endless below, rungs to freedom out of touch with feeling.
Sweetness stolen from a thousand blank footsteps, ever moving over but never moving on, temporary associations and beautiful moments forgotten in the change of direction .
The thud of heartbreaks amidst the sweaty landscape, the torrents of effluent raging across the crevices of broken dreams,
what once was essential,
what once was attainable,
what once was eternal.
Lost here in the dark, fodder for dark dwelling creatures who know nothing of the uncomfortable truths of the above.
The secrets I will never tell stay below with me now, where only the brave or the demented look, where only the nightmares breath.
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