Mate the words,
Make them travel through the invisible knots in your skin;
Tingling every pore with fire,
So much so that it clutches you, uses you to the extremes.
This body has it uses,
It holds your un-thought of screams,
Nameless, faceless beings.
Leaving you in an aftermath of nothingness
It laughs hard at life's poignant indignity.
My search for you abandoned
In troubled howls of cries,
Visions blurred and mashed
Fed to the hungry mouths of the dark things.
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