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WITH EYES THAT ARE DEAD
Advent of bleak October night
Dew droplets blur my way
A shroud above, miasmic flight
Smeared the moon across the grey
Dusting my coat of paranoia
As the scar was of derelict kind
Whispers from the trees, ambiguity
My thoughts prevail over the blind
You will feel the thorn within
To seize my ghost with your sin
It is me, layered with the coming storm
Out of reach from porcelain eyes
Scattered with the ashes
Broken ground, with the roots collide
Mine was here, nothing there
To envision
This cold will ease the pain
Approach in hastened breath
Faint glimmer and you look away
With wings my stride crept
And a shadow disappears
As I take you with me
Crimson pools with a falling rain
A last embrace, freed
Dusk laid suffering into the trace
Painted a landscape of lust
Peeling flower in the symphony
I would seek only a façade of trust
Tempt the deathless vein
Epitaph, drapery all can see
Love turns anguish
As blood turns black
I alone will be the silence
Scathing into a field of perdition
They are quickening on my heel
For my skin a faith to heal
Entangled together in health
To scream forever in hell
Published 20th Sep 2016
| Edited 17th Oct 2016
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