The Black Antlers

Recurring relentless patterns
Black antlers from the king
Deep in vortex of thoughts
Carving anxiety from the abyss

A hook through astral planes
A vessel pending in between
Hallways of bones and memories
Gold reversed in my palms

A house of bricks and cancer
Is always flickering inside
Traverse the consciousness
Sterile vanishing, leave no trace

In here with me
Nothing but the bitter weight
Of memories
A nest of splinters
Making to escape.



Credits
Writer(s): The Cuckoo, The Moth Gatherer
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