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- - - DESOLATION OF THE ONE - - -
I walk among the graves
Depraved, the names are worn
Woven with thorns
Where the restless lay
The harbinger comes
Like a messenger of damnation
The threads have begun
To unravel salvation
Desolation of the one
I breathe death into life
The light, it fades too soon
Embrace the doom
In eternal night
The cold moon lights the path
Witchcraft of broken hearts
Time tears apart
In the crimson bath
The harbinger comes
Like a messenger of damnation
The threads have begun
To unravel salvation
Desolation of the one
You were wicked to the touch
And beat me to the punch
Soak me in your wasted fears
And when the clock stops on noon
I know it is way too soon
For you to rise from my tears
Hours pass like eons
Forever and a night
The zenith of your flight
I watch you leave again
Die again and again
I envision in mists
The bliss of entwined souls
Lament bell tolls
At our final kiss
The harbinger comes
Like a messenger of damnation
The threads have begun
To unravel salvation
Desolation of the one
You were wicked to the touch
And beat me to the punch
Soak me in your wasted fears
And when the clock stops on noon
I know it is way too soon
For you to rise from my tears
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 21st Dec 2015
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