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March 23, 2013


A heart longing for the flowing tears,

In the coming ages,

clouds exhausted,

no more…the scent of a dry land,

echoes of the forgotten,

shut the dungeon,

trap the utterances,

Burn the tongue,

let despair reign,

let it crush the soul,

till pretense dissolve,

In the bleed…in the acid rain,

let them them arise before they rot,

and allow the demons to scorch the pure forms,

let the ignorant see the disgust in their senses,

when it is all presented to eternity,

messed up portrait,

missing pieces,




From → dark poetry

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