Vestigial Existence

Whiplashes of the burning

fire within:

They lash, they burn,

they scorch like the fiery sun.

Frosted breath in gasps of

Ice within:

They break, they rip,

They tear like a bloodied shotgun.

Galaxies collapsed when some

Eyes shut.

The nebulous breath of desire

Bubbled into a rut.

The world we now exist on,

Rotates on a tilt;

The world we lived in once,

Stays silent still.

Voices screamed, and soon they drowned.

Whispers echo now in the underground.