Lying naked feel skin crawling with aphids
Exhale it’s just the drugs
Nailred wrist to scrape the bugs
Thin as spread pat, stretched skin hints innards, wet bedspread spread out half off
The bed in shadow the approaching danger
Standing pat with potless pisses to wager
Eyes rubbed until soliate discs burn, the blind man’s sun
The blind man’s son is a man too young
Dawn cracks against a sharp hillpoint
Like an egg against a pan rim
Pan’s startling hymn bids larks skyward like jazz-signature rockets
Broken dawn the broken down trodden over and under hill
False names at Bree, lockless keys
Dawn breaks to empty seats
Drawn Blakes going cheap, no audience for angels
No flowers for eternity, no followers for rightful chief
You know that way, y’know what I mean bud
So much bud I down thud no seed breaches mud
Hell or bong hit, staring overlong into the dancing fire
Last one for a while, he self lies, his green-tied smiles
Akin to illusion, what hides in the eye of the eyes
Deathless worm beneath quenchless fire, sighs and sobs choiring
Hooded ones ring the fire, the fire at chanted prompt hiring
Antlered the Shrouded Lord takes his broodmare, heirs siring
70 years deep Hell’s soundings, heptide wide Iblis’ pride.
Alchemisland 
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