All is Desolation

by Kakera   Jul 10, 2022

The butterfly glows as luminescent blood
as it stretches it massive wingspan
across our fever dreams

Lo, there was a Sun and Moon
in the nightmare realm
we forged for ourselves

The Earth embraces all things
with its towers of bones and rivers of ichor
as it breathes out devilish miasma

and we are still here,
in the desolation,
as lingering obsessions

unable to return to the real world,
whether our mortal skin yet draws breath
because the Heart's Devils are subjucating us.

My body moves on but my mind is in peril
and I must scream, but no sound comes out
and I must cry, but no tears come out

All is stillness; all is desolation,
and all is grief
for years now


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