Something About Water in the Well


Flesh
Ice cold
Water falls
From the iris of my eye
Day you died
In my bleeding organ
Scared of you
I answered to you
Angry rampant of hell
White charcoal smeared upon your mace
Don’t hide
I know your true face
Ashes ashes
They all fall down
Like crystal rain, let me feel pain
On the sleeve of my shirt
A growing stain
Offer me a poisoned red
Kill
The numb scratching
Of this succumbent hell
Dropped down a hole, you call a well
It’s closing in slowly
Murky green oozing
Pouring from the cracks
Deep within the well wall

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