Black Cloud of Becoming
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Sores on every tree Wounds in every field Dark rain pissing down from a mad sky Crippled moments of truth Lost in a void of emotions Dealing with nothing but lies the black cloud vomits A filthy mouth secreting fear Yielding to the sound of clouds Painfully broken by longing A pale sun whisper of disemboweled horses They lie next to me Too far away to reach Drunk in the nectar of anger I stand before thee with one hand filled with time and the other trembling with melancholia
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025
Dark rain pissing down Exhausted sky weeping A fatigued wind crawling into weary sores breathing bitter lies like a sick womb defecating Tired eyes gazing back from the abyss Becoming black cloud Becoming sick womb Becoming rot on the essence of truth Exhaling emptiness