Blood on the butcher's slab, dripping to the ground.
Marble steps leading to a throne room made of fire.
Twisted crowns, molten metal, fall down and solidify in squares.
Creeping vines strangle all those who pass near.
Tiny yellow notes cover every surface, telling us to flee.
Our own eyes are more visible than what we can see.
Blurred by water, we wade in and try to rescue loved ones.
Salt engulfs our nervous system and we scream for mercy.
Time passes us by and we rot like dead corpses, faster and faster.
Ugly truths stand bold in front of us, taunting with crooked smiles.
Gods and angels learn to fight with devils and demons.
Flags raised half mast as a memory of old wars.
The dead march again, beating rusty drums.
The oak trees turn black with decay, falling softly.
Forest floor crackles with each footstep we take onwards.
Flashing lights in the sky wake me and call my name.
Hypnotised, I leave the room, to be stopped at the door.
He holds me back and pulls my hair like reins.
He knots me to the banisters like a lonely horse.
I fall to the ground as he sacrifices himself to the lights.
Crashing thunder rocks me like a broken vase.
Jesters jape around me as I try to stand my ground.
I fall into a tunnel of darkness I can never reach the end of.
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