Why are we drawn to darkness,
Hypnotized by the nested eyes
Spinning its desire in the sharp web,
Cold spells upon the dreaming mind,
How do we tear away from the collapse
That chases after the trembling glass,
Crushed, under the heavy foot
Of the gasping giant, born
And living in the wintered night,
Strapped to endless wondering, blind
In the hollow candle, feeling the way
Within fires that hush the light
Charring the skin, avoiding escape,
You can’t see the end while drowning
In the swallows of the inferno,
Dread, is the world we bleed for
Now, and at the hour of our demise.
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