Unfinished sentence

There is a cavern – which lies
Cold and dirty in raw eyes
Crammed full of agony
Swarming with a sadness
Wine leaking from irises
Droplets that travel
Creeping between lips
Salted, solitary, searching
For something

Something which once existed
Fair and innocent
Something that now lies
Battered and broken
At the bottom of a lake
Starved of oxygen
of care
Decaying organs of rot
Once dishevelled and abandoned
Then lost
Never to be found again

This is really how I wonder..

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