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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