Tuesday, August 21, 2018

L'appel du Vide

A cold metal claw
Tightens around my ribs
Keeping me tied to the ground
Feeding my mind with fibs

The void calls to me
Whispers in my ear
Screams my name in front of my face
So that the meaning is clear.

A glittering embrace of adventure
A siren's angelic trill
Morphing into sharp-tongued venom
The melody cold and shrill.

Hold on for dear life
To the lamppost in your dreams
Don't cross into the forbidden
Or you'll be crushed under its beams.

My feet are sturdy on the floor
But when they escape the ground
I'm tossed in a self-destructive world
Throwing me around and around.

It plants itself in all of us
Spreading evil through our core
Unwittingly we nurture it
Until it seeps our of our pores.

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