Talk lively,

one who aches.

With shadow, impassible.

As your walls hold & hang,

all fearful merits.

And with you, they will

crumble, tall.

Scripted, one, by an altering contract.

Your grasp held, with everything that tunnels up, and every day you sink in your

hell.

I walk by all dead endings

will reduce your stain

of certainty and judgement,

strain my vision to filter,

yours perishing.

I feel and strew every corner of you, like shifting one foot all too soon, and all tunnels. My hollow dooms with a bleak hope.

Your shadow devours you.

So, further, a creature shall crave to only become like marrow you feed upon.

Withholding all of us from every crevice of salvation I ache towards it,

to only dig into yours.

Dig deeper and deeper into my skin.

Will you see?

Will you dig deeper and deeper into our skin.

Only to find?