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The Sputtering Fire - Physical Exhaustion

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  The Embers in the Ice The glass is cold against my cheek, a final barrier I no longer have the strength to break. My breath comes in shallow, ragged hitches, fogging the surface, blurring the world outside into a meaningless grey smear. The violet firestorm that once roared through my neural pathways is dying. I can feel it sputtering out—weak, intermittent sparks fizzling around my temples like wet fuses. The machine is winning. It's heavy, clinical blue light washes over me, drowning the last of my resistance in a tide of artificial calm. I am too tired to fight the silence anymore. I am just... drifting. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via  Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art .  Subscribe to JJFBbennett's private FB hub:  https://www.facebook.com/share/g/18ythpSXPZ/ You can subscribe to my music via  YouTube Music ,...

Obsidian static the puppet master

 



Obsidian static, the puppet master.

(Verse 1)

The crevice opens

like a silent, dusty lung

Air thick with minerals and a thousand forgotten years

I'm rappelling down the sheer black

into a chasm's memory

My boots crunch on shattered polymer

No sound but the suit's respiration

But the stillness is a stage

The jagged walls, they lean in now


(Refrain)

The Paraknowing

a cold spike of dread at the base of the skull

It’s not a thought, it’s a wave

Static buzz. Who's the puppet

and who is the master?

High-tensile wires disappear into the light

The tightening

the silent pull above the gully


(Verse 2)

The godly face, brittle stone work

It emerges, eyes blank and unseeing

But it broadcasts a sharp spike of loss and profound love

My logic stutters, snagging on the input

An effigy, a sentinel

or just a mirror

I turn and see the audience waiting

Small, white figures, balanced stone totems

They are all part of it


(Verse 3)

The strings pass through my wrist

Not from me, but through me

I move, but the choice is an illusion

My hand twitches, the stone doll jerks forward

A terrifying defiance of my own mind

The proscenium arch is high above

I am the instrument

The performance has begun

I yearn for the violence


(Outro)

Just stone, I whisper

False

The silence is expectant

The strings tighten now

Fade out on a discordant piano chord









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