My feet are severed, sharp and bare,
Buried in the sandy lair,
Myriads within the bone,
Thin, faint pinches, coldly known
From unknown, gnawing things that creep,
Inner candles burning deep.
A black hum echoes all around,
Everywhere, the light is bound
In a sickly, fading gleam
On our unknowing faces' dream.
Hermetically deaf and blind,
The landscape wraps us, unkind—
A constant hallucination
Grows upon your mind's creation,
A satanic hill, a dark plantation.
Seeking to escape the chill
Of frozen, weary, bleak despair,
We burned too soon, against our will,
On a waterless shore, stripped bare.
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