Trembling And Lifeless

Filtered rooms, caught up and entrenched for the damned souls. They lay barren for destruction, pathways find ways of untraveled scenery. The warned wished you out, but you fought for a place to call your home. Small frizzled balls of yarn, unbrighteled for your enjoyment. They came undone just in the nick of time, for you to feel a change in the mood without a care or a tremble. They panicked for space, not aware that they would have to fight for what’s left from the flames of anguish. Those old rotting books, came with a price on your livelihood. A grouping falling from within, like blocks caving from a thumb print managing to hold in a gasp of air.

Creator And Contributor- Chris Ballenger

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