Snapshots In My Time, Of My Time.....Hauntings.
Circlets of dung,
dried and powdered
plug my veins,
till they run cold.
Rats in the COOOOORRRNNNNN!
Rats in the corn!
Pools of dreams
emptied and mottled,
escape my mind,
void and scummed.
Rats in the COOOOORRRNNNNN!
Rats in the corn!
Haloes of happy,
vanis and in wake,
leave a trail-
heliumed with hate.
Rats in the COOOOORRRNNNNN!
Rats in the corn!
Forks of pain
stab and pierce,
a blue bowl of violence
swirled with hate.
Rats in the COOOOORRRNNNNN!
Rats in the corn!
Like rats in the corn
feeding non-stop,
you devour my life,
stealing heart bites.
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