I feel it. Rly. I do.

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DAS BOOT

Drowning in a steel cage
Gaseous escape fleeting
Hope of chance.
This biology will fail
From inability
To sublimate.
Soon frigid death
Will rush lungs invited
To the kill.
A sort of forced death
No peace here.
Mind melting
From this telekinetic war zone.
Anxiety laps at my lips
And pries
With cracking graphite fingers
To open hinged jaw
And throat.
Soulful stretch
Through body
Pulling outside in.
Demons won't come
Sleepless rest coats a pain
huddled in it's proximity.
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