A Coffin Marked Forsaken

In the broken fields


In the dark schools


In the empty frames


In the hallowed ruins


In the cold beds


In the angry chairs


In the prideful blessings


In the torrential rain


In the blinding fog


In the high grain


In the burnt out stars


In the eternal pain


In the evoking scars


At the bottom of my flooded tenebrous heart

Through the slow rotting ventricles that pump

Dust and shame and sour vapors

That is where you will remain

In a coffin marked forsaken you will live

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