Catacomb

Little incisions,
Scarred skin,
Damages.
The deranged way
My heart aches
For the intangible,
The illness in
Illusion
The delusion
That I could
Hold something
Other than a
Bag of bones
In this cold
Catacomb
Where I
Desecrate
The face of
Love with this
Decaying
Dream.

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