Thirty three on a gurney. Mind weighs a ton. Compacted spinal discs. Tendons and latticework stiff with crystal fluid. Acids… solvents… accelerants – all manner of corrosives. Blake hit the nail hard on the head.
Elevate my mind. That is the pathway freeing me of toxic realms. Imprisonment is in blame and skewed judgement. The finger crooks a sweeping arc. The port of daath is blocked. The wall is coming down. Not daylight, but beautiful, beautiful night.