walk with me
and you'll see
wanderers three
a dead city
in the marsh
in the flood
fog and grey
ash and mud
radiating half life dust, a tomb
it dances slow as life
you feel the hungry eyes
and it is patient, now
you trudge, naked before your judge
it sees you through and through
and speaks in lies to you
and now you see it all
gentily
everything
did become
like a dream
sicker still your teeth will loose and spill
your skin will tight and strain
your mind struggles in vain
and still the snare does close
around and you are gently bound
and slowly led away
not knowing that you stray
further into the maze
behold, your true faith, the crux, of your being
a lure, so pleasing, to you, that you would leap
right off, into the, jaws of, oblivion
and weep, as you fall, endless, in ecstasy
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