We stood so long our skins have turned to rust, slowly eating it’s way in. Don’t bother asking where we are, we can’t remember where’ve been.
When our hearts have finally come unwound we’ll just be ancient statues, ever staring into the abyss which has spread but never grown. All our pointless idle thoughts settled deep into our bones where they’ll harden bit by bit until they’ve turned to stones.
We can try to fight it but we waited far too long and our offspring will stand besides us frozen before they comprehend just what went wrong.
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A little bit of me..like a hunk of bloody meat ;)
PoetryJust some random poetry from my collection of strange thoughts.
