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CAUSTIC TREPIDATION
Bricks 'round me begin to stack
The only window is a crack
Buzzing from behind my back
And enveloped by familiar black
There is no decay
There is no display
Reaching out for the moth
It waits inside a season far
There is this trepid
Feeling inside
Ever-winding spiral
Staircase
Of the past the herald sings
Brought hurricanes, these dampened wings
Of future that will come to pass
The present reeks of burning grass
The glass
Furthermore, away
Never stay
Shards that play
The light
The blood shimmers
Growing dread comes with the night
A violin hums from the dark afar
Cobblestone and candle's light
As birds asleep wake to depart
This art
Colours turning grey
Decay
Fearsome palette
The grey
The blood freezing
Bricks 'round me proceed to gain
Fire burns through windowpane
Comfort, flickering glow did slay
And the moon that did forever wane
Like my heart's warmth
Published 23rd Sep 2016
| Edited 16th Oct 2016
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