Transcendental Indentations
A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
Justified inner workings, lost within the fractured mind,
We play to pry and dive to die, in sins we are aligned.
The sinners sinned, the fornicated, redesigned their faith in man,
A woven mask of madness worn, since sanity began.
We spoke of wondered nights on the lands, adrift upon the damned,
Drifting slow through salted waves, where shadows take command.
Woven, spoken, lost, awoken, judged for what we were before,
Eyes stained deep with foul disgust, a mirror on the floor.
💬 Did this one echo?
Tell me—before it forgets your name.
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Written by Matthew Tonks
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