sticky sweat along the flesh.
a damp somewhere in between.
the hallow sounds
rush.
marry me, my time of need.
the filth clings desperate
and the wind threatens to keep it
in place.
this lunacy
as a web gathers
about the skull.
this peace
in no other place but here.
tall fountains of madness
and numb acceptance emerging
from the pool, trickled down by
crashing wet.
O' hold this great nothing
in the hand
forevermore this
life does rattle
and hiss.
the worthless
emerge in wealth
and their sanity is only
as safe as time allows.
but madness is forever.
forevermore.
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