I Lay Here Imagining It All

Split Open, cadaver
Bloodhound scent trail
Electromagnetic failure
Tingling, coursing
into deep veins
A throb so deep it dehydrates
by sucking
Ambitious adventure
full of viscosity, No energy
Lapping the pool of sick
Feeling weary and barbed
Dying alone
No reaching out
Hidden destiny of unknown origin
I lay here
Imagining
It all


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