Feelings censored like thoughts. Put it in a box, and ignite it. A magic trick, the box is empty.
My two eyes can shut, opening only the most powerful. Infinite exodus leaving endlessly on a wave of blood. Somewhere between denial and styx.
Race of growth, to seal two ends. Can’t escape the expansion of space.
Void-shaped yous skulk in the heartlessness. All wailing “why”s
Powerful whys echo and paralyze. Flagulate harder, faster. Wailing whys driving the master eye. Can’t release myself. I am the master, and the slave. I am you.