The Architect Of Your Insides

The footsteps echo throughout the shadows.

Dismembered and knifed, you bled well.

Starlight silhouettes wander your still eyes.

Your architect blueprinted your insides.

Laughter, diabolical, hushed by the leaves.

Footsteps retreating, maybe a memory.

Hiding in the marsh, wet mid-December.

Burning the eyes to blind his decadence.

Blood-filled breaths encourage the ailment.

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