Incoherent Babble


Our world is falling,
Monsters calling,
Clawing,
While we stumble,
Gnawing,
Off our wrists,
In light of this,

This war of thought,
We're caught between,
The devil's horns,
And angels wings,
The timing of,
These kinds of things,
We cannot hope to bring,

A moment,
Passing closure,
'Till we learn,
From when exposure,
Veils the fact,
To bright to last,
Can't you hear them,
Calling back?

I FEAR YOU.

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