Incarcerated Comforts
Bloody entrails
Lead to the closed
vault door
Staining the very
fabric of existence
All emotional content
Crushed beneath and
in
This vault door
That fire survives
Somehow burning white
Deprived and starved
Purposefully
That emotional edict
came
Decreeing
Survival of the
fittest
In this death match
Relation
Once such an
Integral and
necessary part
Of me
Those drops and
movies in time
Of comfort and need
Concluded with
Emotional
Serial killing
Genocide
And now it’s time
Where freedom rings
As the vault door
closes
And the tumblers
Give that death lock
sound
Stoic resound
Death howls
Invigorated with life
Unchained
Blood dripping from
restraint
There are no more
Comfort strings on me
Carnage and chaos
Unfettered
Smiling
Remnants
Unchained
From the
chocolatezeus collection 8/14/16 ©
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