Tormented Reality (Theme – Body in the Desert)
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Fatal sun, radiating a cherry halo upon my withered body . . .
Sand melting under the heat, bonding with my blackened flesh . . .
Bird of prey pick apart my body, I choke in silent pain, my throat already full of weathered mineral . . .
I agonize until the witching hour, under the intense abuse from the midday star . . .
I still as unholy serpent slither over my still warm body, they burrow, in hopes of protection from the frigid winter night . . .
Morning blooms again as I resign myself to another epoch of torture,
I await the blessed hour when I finally pass on from a tormented reality
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