breathe a plague
it descends like fallout
all around me withers
everything touched turns to old
to old stone and crumbles to dust
then to the wind it goes
to the wind it goes and into nothing
I breathe a plague
breathe a plague
and now it's winter
I lay on the ground
the earth rose to claim us
knowing we were ready
soil turns sour shaped liked us
lips turned black
pulled back a putrid grimace
our empty sockets locked
in trance, in cold, in forever ,sightless, filled with one another
it goes on forever
then stops dead in no where
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