Phantom of Remains
Posted by memphis on Sun, 29 Jun 2025
Phantom of Remains
The light we lost fades into oblivion.
Slips beyond reach, swallowed by
A wasteland of abandoned hope.
Lies unburied, in silence, are louder
than, grief: should we not have known this?
By now? In twilight’s enigma in murky waters, flows from here to there; father from God. With a hidden conflict, smoldering in obsession, blooms like a dark rose, a catacomb of the unsealed burrows.
Its thorns are scraping the marrow of being in retaliation for the ghost of the past.
Their voices were jagged and cruel as a traitor. Gnawing at the corners of the mind, rising from fissures, a fractured earth-crumbling soil of unsealed flesh,
Clawing at the marrow-weary bones;
Lies of ashes and dust rotten in the iron grip of time, unmoved and anchored in their abyss. With a secret older than the hollow winds. Lost our form and dissolved; we descend as a remnant of ourselves into the cracks of a dying world chasm, only to be a phantom of remains.
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