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NYCTOPHILIA
In February I will return
With a withered rose, phantosmia
To leave you breathless
Idyllic was your emptiness
From which I am magnetized
Like shadows cast upon the snow
Remember me, say my name
That which is picturesque
Can never be undone
Follow me into the trees
Strip the loathe away
Poison me with your stare
Clasped in my hands, mercuric
To blacken the sills of your mind
In February I will return
With a thousand lies, serpentine
To whisper my intent
Cold is the sorrow of yesterday
If only I felt the same
Pledge to me, spoil inside
Remember me, say my name
The vision was resplendent
Fresh the grudge
Toxic sludge of your innocence
Bone narcotic, nyctophillic
Erase the words that you would loose
Exiled you like a martyr from grace
Snapped twig underneath my boot
This life ends with a whisper
When you see the bird of death
A doom will find you alone
Cardinal of broken oaths
In the snow will darken you
Published 11th Sep 2016
| Edited 17th Oct 2016
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11th Sep 2016 9:47pm
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14th Sep 2016 2:06am
A little difficult to understand what it's talking about, but I still quite enjoyed it. My favorite line is, "Cold is the sorrow of yesterday..." Absolutely beautiful.
14th Sep 2016 9:56am
Thank you. My poetry is almost always quite vague, intentionally. The subject is murdering someone you love.
Anonymous
14th Sep 2016 2:17pm
Dark, intense, and full of mysterious anticipation.
Your imagery is truly perfection in your work.
Your brilliant mind, is greatly reflected in your work. 💓
Your imagery is truly perfection in your work.
Your brilliant mind, is greatly reflected in your work. 💓
14th Sep 2016 2:40pm
