Perfectly still caught in the windsbeating slow with pulse of gales where time has paused like statues breath waiting to exhale 

Entombed in a silent fractured choiron a knife's edge of broken iceschisms of pallid ghosts with phantom limbs aching stillfloating in stygian dark falling into eternal abyss entombed in a silent fractured choir 

𝒩𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓊𝒹 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝓃𝑜 𝓈𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓂 𝒷𝒶𝒽,𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒽’𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎, 𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓅𝓊𝓁𝓈𝑒,𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝑒𝓉, 𝓂𝒶𝑔𝓃𝒾𝒻𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔.

Oh, the vapors! They have seized me whole! I am undone, utterly undone, a vessel of sorrow dashed upon the rocks of despair. My heart, my poor, weak heart, is aflutter with such a terrible palpitation that I fear...