Broken Channels


A blank canvas

Erased lines

Ink flows untethered

The tenacity of words

holding you a prisoner.

Chaotic conflicts

Overriding rationale.

Lines do not merge

Yet each word

Bound to the other

In soul-wrought chains.

The broken channels of mind

Where words flow as blood

And thoughts personify the infestation

that seeps through with

the deliberate, surety of an assassin

Leaving the last gasps of breath

In you alive,just to pray for death.


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