aight this is about a shadow noticing his physical form dead....

morbid
for it was the core that burnt him most torrid
the light was not brighter
might was only metaphysical
metaphorically tore it
my recognition conditional to define premonitions of mine
kind glow, mind blow, prime growth
lines grow through my palace shackled in silence callus
hand violence, torture chamber of my corporate neighbors
i felt no more, caverns of coal caving in
behaving in my misruled sanity
in lesser, maker, seperated duality