ghast,, flickers
seen figures
staring from corners
lost loners
keep me company
still photos
imposed upon walls
the dead mask
dripping, water, falls
do I need to ask
Tearing pain
behind lens, green
cast upon grey stains
under fingers been
dirt from digging
into a shallow ground
will the dead groan
as I steal the faces found
grim masked, am I owned
faces follow
rise and fall with breath
under water swept
Drowning in locations
under and wet
a Faceless animation
in the sea of faces
wept on floors swept
lost in pain, disturbed
flailing, but not for fun
fissures line
a body marked
and slowly
circling
until I fall
it's never that far.
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