Reflux Of The Decay

Whisperings,

words written in blood,

broken,

spirits above,

decaying,

rotting pieces of flesh,

endings,

beginning their dance,

slowly building,

towards its crescendo,

can you feel it?

As it thrusts harder against the wall,

trying to break through,

trying to kill,

us all.

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