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Of Wretched Things Pt. 1 the Ruby Snow

Softly..

I'm treading silently
on the ruby snow
I was ready
the moment the moon
turned blue

I hit the ceiling
but couldn't push it back
I destroyed my fists,
broke my wrists
until I saw the black

Crashing through the plaster,
sheetrock in my hair
I screamed like nothing
ever heard before
I screamed until
I was nothing anymore

Now I tread
silently,
a violent glee
on the ruby snow

I'm the eyes you see
glowing in the trees
I'm the wings that beat
above your home

I'm the wicked thing
that brings you to your knees,
the grief when you're alone

~So watch
listen~

Art is a madness,
lusting for its canvas-
a virgin in the cold





















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