there is an oceanic abyss
where disenchanted dreams are buried
a tectonic trench punctuated by self-loathing
molted rock engulfs aspirations
they burn slowly, lungs consumed quickly with flame
whimpers attempt to leave lips
inaudible on all frequencies
stars look down shaking their heads
he could have been so much more
had he not acquieseced to flaggellation
the last patch of dirt hit his wooden coffin
the dam was ruptured
they cried a deluge
he lay beneath still waters
a ripple of influence
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