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Throb, throb, throb,
With the weight of liquid lead oceans
Thumping against the
League-thick walls
Of iron and stone where
Caverns of viscous blood
Seeps and pumps into
Empty sockets of spikey stitching
And all I know is
Pain,
Pain,
Pain
And the sweltering molten hot ice of
Agonising ache.

Throb, throb, throb,
With the weight of the planets
In thick air filled with terrors
And flapping fat birds
Of nonsensical cawing and clawing and feathers
As flesh rots in mind and
Preys on the mouth with a
Sweet ugly bitter
Old congealed drool.

Throb, throb, throb
Whilst the lightning sears
Up the fat face of pain
And the thunder roils in the foaming deep
In the dark where the monsters
That torment the ragged-edged flesh
Wail their sonorous sobs
And rip out the nerves
Just to chew on their spurting leaves.

Throb, throb, throb,
Bleedin' teef!

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.