Ion days splintered away,
while insomnia winks and smirks.
Bitter flames lap the walls,
to where rancid aromas lurk.
Within a wake of silence,
treasure maps are unveiled.
Hollow eyes give a vacant stare,
sallow skin now paled.
Satanic dreams fill dancing orbs,
blood soaked at their peak.
Air laced with putrid scents,
opal smiles graze your cheek.
Wicked sensations enlighten,
whilst caught in a purple haze.
Lost in a labyrinth of emotion,
ebony darkness leads the way.
Surrounded wholly by soured decay,
charred flesh now crisp and black.
Minutes tick your life away,
laughing, there's no turning back.
Bronze trophy winner
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