I wonder aimlessly through the night
My constricted skin swallowing moonlight
The mud coloured hair that hangs from my scalp
Withered like old string, I am forced to drag it along
My soul is the dress that clings to my decaying bones
It once bore the purest white
But after years of sleeping in tainted lakes
It has faded to a sour yellow,
No different to the teeth that I hide behind my lips
No more haunted than my eyes
When I gaze into an eclipse
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