Frigid chains restrain my heart
Scathing lightning strikes,
Pulsating my heart back to life
For a few mere beats
Just to fall back into thorns
Prickling every ventricle and valve
Ichor trickling out of each wound
Staining the cloth crimson
My eyes glazing over, departing
My deathbed of vines
My deathbed of cold metal restraints
Ebbing breath leaving as a cloud of smoke
Slowly dwindling
As my being dissolves
May my final moments
Be a madman’s hypothesis.
⛓️🩸🫀🩸⛓️
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