Incubus Cloud

My soul windless,
Breathless,
Dead,
Red splashed coffin lead,
And sinking,
I’m thinking,
No thought just memories passed,
Cordate box glassed,
Lets others see into this pain,
Let them touch it,
The sharp edges cut,
My face nailed shut,
Filling with salt water,
My dirty knees washed,
my face in hands lost,
And in a cube I sit,
With hands to ears, and trance to eyes,
And heart pieces spat on the walls,
That leak with the water rise,
An ice cube in boiling water melting,
My temper angered heat,
My feet now wet, I’m drowning,
Frowning mind filled with incubus cloud,
My peace is loud, My pieces fouled,
My box shrinking and my head nearly bursts,
With out walls I’m bad,
But in Cubes I’m worse.
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