Resisting Descent - Poem by Aaron Lynn
Dragged beneath the earth,
Looking coldly at the sky.
The brainless ones alter their limbs
While feasting on their minds.
Nothing living, nothing dead
Can halt this maelstrom's wrath.
And is it true that every man
Assisted in it's craft?
I stare into the gaping eye
Surrounded by the storm.
A mass of bodies thunder by
Into its wretched core.
Though sight is hindered by debris,
I wish that I were blind!
For the glaring sight of the brainless ones
Was projected by human eyes!
I will not descend into that pit,
Though tentacles grab for me.
I will not lose my precious mind
Or my integrity!
Though this chaos will remain undone,
It will not be my death!
I'll resist until the flickering sun
Exhales its final breath.
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