He beckons from across the languid room, eyes wild like
I can almost see shimmering faery
As I recline on moss
But
Snow, and drugs that make every visage angelic!
Then came my
The sky draped itself face-down
A pacifying hood
Greyous in any way
And
NEVER once he knew what war
I keep the hour vicious
Used
Listening reveals his wounds
Voiceless, he kneels to you
Like a glinting
A walk to Heaven isn't any better
With legions' fresh ascent
First
"Let this cup of suffering pass from me
Every tear shall
What upon the naked shore is this key?
All briny, yes,
Curse the night I was born, as I beheld,
Springeth he
Life means more since I stopped thinking
Life means more because
As I hover in that dream-haze between sleep and reality
I
The rolling tide of a sea gone mad whispers in
The waves speak quietly to me
When the tempest sleeps deep
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