Sounds of the Abyss

Droning, rhythmic

Stretching out the empty in my mind

Turning, molding, wailing

These unspeakable chasms that linger within

Rooting prone-to-wither tendrils

Magnetic, pulling under

Into deep soil, reminding

Remembering

.

And sly smiles

They creep onto my mask

Familiar only to my intersecting horror

The Darkness, arises such strange joy

.

These days, taken medicinally

And often, alone

Sometimes through these fingers

I’m grateful

And always reminded

Of the sonic elixirs

That freed me, held me

Throughout the heartbreaking, terrifying

Stripping, unbecoming

The solve et coagula

Time and time again

These sounds

These sounds of the Abyss

My Abyss

Plucking

Reminding

Reminding

Laughing

Laughing

Laughing

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