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HE WALKS APHOTIC ROADS

�Please stay with me
I�m not ready for you to leave
Of those February nights we were so alive
That are fresher still within the mind�

There is a portrait hanging there
Hurts to stare for too long
When I would seek no comfort
And I would never be wrong
The pain of the morning
A ringing in the ears
Reminds me that I am still here
In the shadow of yesterday

The liquid seeks nadir heights
And pleasure benights

Ever did your love of death betray
What life has dealt you
Into the throat of guilt, cascading
To reap what bereavement claimed

The fog is unraveling
Reveals what opaqueness hides

The flesh is rigid now
The heart is dusted in petrichor
Turmoil shines through our teeth
Resting on the arms of sleep

Dagger in the back of old friends
Liars weep, but you must pretend
Entered through doors empathy opened

They all sing ophidian songs
Fleeting dejection bleeds the truth
So tainted boughs are removed
An ocean of roots, shepherded by fools

White gowns and black tears
Rain pervades, greyed the years
Clouded lens, contrast smears
Piled letters count my fears

Shelters tomorrow
Waiting to meld with the grain

Fever of the moon, weak and aborted
Pages of anathema, manuscript of the martyr
The soul is hollowed out, drained by paroxysm
Mirror of paradigms that couldn�t deliver

Burdened psyche
Catatonic leap into the ochre
To escape the rime
They lay, musing of a better time

It was attrition of one�s self
Falling in love with the misanthrope
The face becoming translucent
Availing what you couldn�t give anymore
There is no reconciliation
False embrace of the ghost inside
A shattered rhyme, a name crossed out
There is no longer any doubt

�We could drink to friends and enemies
And drink to laugh when our tears have dried
I know, somehow, you�ll feel me in the breeze
But please don�t ask the reason why�

Those who�ve died
Churning �neath my eyelids
Of the black waterfalls
Broken voices through the cracks between
Though I�ve died
They are saying a name
Distant, yet familiar

The moonlight fades
And in a thousand lifetimes
Gives way to darkness