horrendous form

by the time i got to you i had become a horrid monster finely honed like tempered steel the hammer of correct had rung down upon me the fruits of martial discipline and now that i have come to stand here in front of you seemingly once again as man almost completely spent clawing yet at the scrape marks left there not only by myself but also by all of those who came before me baring the dreadful weights of guilt turning doubt back into guilt once again the edge of the black pit seems to shine etched by shade the things inside grow their claws long so that when they extend their arms you can see their putrid nails flailing about as a musing passer by one is naturally alerted by the bellowing cries that emerge from below for the terror of finality chimes out aloud over the common milling of the road where wheel barrows need oil lest their wheels squeal under the heavy load of the fresh bodies the walls are packed with soot you can not tell one brick from the other the alleys cover the heavens you forgot what blue looks like but the show must go on the fat lady never sings probably because down on the trolley you can see her legs dangling as she got carried away along with the other things

CuldeSac

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