This is probably going to be my last piece of work this year. How amazing that a person can still brave the laments in life. Its Godly nature. I've put my thoughts to the best of words. Hopefully it sounds OK.
Bubbles in the basket scatter in ruins
And smokes of the waste, ascend the Deep
Eclipsing emotions of feats amassed
As is the crystal in crater
With a passion to shatter
Torn from the sky, falls a sly
The pearls of deception that you cry
Yes i cant evade this freezing view
Yet its true, I mask from you
You can’t bridge it with her, you act a slur
ain’t she an angel, I am wary of her
Calm as her body, she screams silence
Holding me near, pushing me afar
Shadow in darkness, darker than itself
Limping eyes, static, pale and numb
Shrinking feet, barren throat, artful remorse
Yes they wind prominence
If i burn this skin to the pores of my sweat
Make it worth the serenity in tempests of regret
To breed in the torpidity of survival.
Or thread in the duty of gloom otherwise.
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