Surreality

Cram to the brim A congested seal I feel the presence Of oculated stairs Attempt to terminate A mistaken literary Witness the erroneous prophets Come to their bitter ends The interest of macabre Runs thick as I lick my wounds Heavy is my carcass Pushing against the gravity Face scrapes the gravel While I travel in between These worlds unseen These worlds UNSEEN! Frost bitten energy Breath an escaping steam The clouds froze in time and crumble to dust Throat is slit I cover it with my barb From inside I feel it Coughing up my viscera The shapes illustrates a key Missing link to the heart I think Once the fire rises from my chest It melts the only promise of departure