Destination

Destination

You should hear the pipes breaking
Lead splitting
And spilling steam

I would stop to show you
But I conduct
This machine

You should feel the skin chafing
Tendons ripping
And sinews snapping

You would see the white gas
If not for your eardrums
Having been smashed

You should see the pitch black
Thick flak
Of echoing cracks

White noise far beyond
And a precipice
To stumble off of

You should taste the salt water
Taffy proverbs
Getting longer

Creatures swimming
Under the surface
A sea of bleach below the cliff

You should smell the acid air
The withering fare
Meant to be shared

A mind numbing headache
Of phosphoric
By-products

You should know the ending
An impending
Dependent

Following the sensations
To the
Last destination

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