bodies in a state

between life and death

holding onto breath

so till you heart stop dead

bodies alive at a much slower rate

climbing barriers

there’s no open gate

mask your face to breath in air

that de kinda somet’ing a man can’t bare

bodies move languid

still with suspense

binding feet




bodies blackened burnt by intent

ignited by a future instinct in you head

deafening sounds

so viral


now you can see why the numbers make sense

dark shifting

lines curve

sending signals

tangling nerves

bodies straining

desperately a fight

clinging to a dream of an afterlife

light glaring

no colour no shape

touching the senses

before you escape

bodies regained from core to core

connecting up the future

through a parallel door


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