Cocytus Dwellers

There is a steel encasement buried miles beneath the earth
An elevator that drops at the grating sound of manufact leading to the world's basement
There are old ones who died along the way carving this ditch out of the dirt
Limed on the chasm like fractals
There is no way in or out the basement
Just the elevator-that or the long sleep; our bodies in deep-freeze

Tremors; the elevator dropped, carrying more of us from the holding zones
Each one of us now frozen in this hell; dreaming, disappeared and undead
Then, tremors; in a split-second, at the attic, a howling chaos
The rumble of the tempest shook the steel crawling down the shaft waking us from our soft narcosis

We won't be locked out



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Writer(s): Limbs Limbs
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