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Shackles in ruin

Rot lingers

On skin abided.

Clocks drowning in flesh.

Suffocation in the hands.

Tortures stained in thoughts of rain.

Hands static and idle.

Our overtures, mislaid.

Abandoned, this is all I am.

Charcoal skylines

Entrails in grey rivets.

Terror --- In the moments between.

Un-Turned answers

This old, cold pain.