A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Claude Frollo
Say what you mean to me
My particles are rippling with the burden of anticipation
And antiseptic creams that wash out infections
You’re covered in them, blistering beasts of unmatched ferocity
The sun sets on you when you like
And you’re back to let the monsters suffocate
Are you afraid of what we could become
If we mingled chemicals?
Straight to the point
Of the syringe
Containing my
Blood
My essence
My hopes for immortality
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