Walking alone in a frozen playground.
Broken murmurs echo from the beyond.
Generated from dreams that collapse way too early.
Beckoning the tormented soul,
inwards towards a crookedly stable house.
Creeks shout out from dusty floorboards.
Lights dim down to a sombre haze of electricity.
Before it kneels to its,
AC current deity and dissipates.
Electricity burst igniting the wick of a candle.
Misfortune barrels on, the candle, Icarus
flying too close to the sun.
Darkness illuminates at the end of a sputtering flame.
Growing more demanding with an appetite that longs,
to consume a lost soul.
Deeper into the shanty a room is illuminated by pain.
Society prays on weakened individuals.
Sucking and sapping individuality,
replacing the lost with the mentality
of being a drone, losing grasp on spirituality.
The sanctum grows brighter,
empowering the might of the invisible hand.
Dark pain closes mental shutters,
just to wake up lost.
Tormented by a vile nightmare
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