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- - - DESCENDING SPIRAL - - -
Standing at the edge of the void
Mortality is the immortal question
Slowly coming unfurled
Perish, becoming obscured
Facing the consequences, living in chains
Nothing at all is pure
I can feel it
Breaking down
A constant spiral
Pitted with thorns
Can't prevail against constant tears
Languishing in shadows of paradisal hell
A never-ending fear
Violence, reeking of thyself
Dominion of the legion returning death
Surfacing from the well
Do you feel it
Breaking down?
Descending spiral
Pitted with scorn
Who dares to pay the price
This ritual sacrifice
I spot the signs
In the raven's flight
Ashes cover
The bed of dead roses
Poisoned and tattered
Skin, porcelain shattered
Raindrops and facades grey
Overcast the day
I kiss the skull
The giver of bouquets
Of brittle thorns
Cast off the shackles
Of morality
And renounce
Mortality
I can feel it
Breaking down
A constant spiral
Pitted with thorns
Who dares to pay the price
This ritual sacrifice
I spot the signs
In the raven's flight
Ashes cover
The bed of dead roses
Poisoned and tattered
Skin, porcelain shattered
Raindrops and facades grey
Overcast the day
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 31st Aug 2015
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