Colossal Cyclops from Inside Shells by Evilyn

Eclipse of the mind
Lunar liquid fills the cracks
Shimmering isolation
Silver solitude

Deserts that flood with agony
Mirages of ecstasy
Triggering torment
Explicit emptiness

Teeth of the soil
takes the others
None left but me
None left but me

Mountains crumble upward
Ascending Avalanche
Tongue of the sky
Tasting the rubble

Cracks in the sun
Solar fragments fill the sea
Smoldering seclusion
Ocean aflame

None left but me

Dissonance rips
Tearing asunder
The sound destroys
Desolate degradation

Alone

Mountains crumble upward
Ascending Avalanche
Tongue of the sky
Tasting the rubble

Canvas drips
Colors slip to grey, to grey
The sight is sick
Desolate degradation

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