Harsh realizations
Calling to you no longer my own
I find myself dosing
A slumber in lament
I fly myself lead astray
Feathered wings in an untamed wind
Fallen farther than imagined
A feeling of indifference to the rest of this reality
Emotions pierce through like freezing winds
Crash unforgiving across my skin
Carving intricate valleys
How can I ever win?
As my anguish sets in
Feelings still burn
Like red hot embers
Immersed in blazing sun
Scorched body of sanity
Left nothingness inspired
Archangel save my soul
Astral light fade to black
The ring of bells no toll
Leave me but with amaranth
Her roots are ground so deep
Cracks form at her feet
What was once a luscious blossom
Her leaves start retreat
No essence to be felt
With the slightest breeze they fall
Come crashing at her feet
No objection passes them by
Nor gripped effort takes them back
When nothings left but just a stem
Sweet petals begin to cry
The once proud bloom of a dear sweet love
Will slowly fade and die
Star fades with the passing clouds
Etched imagery in the sky
Shine just enough to haunt me
Life drips from my eye
Clouds Fade
And the moon shines through
Only to remind me
Of the times spent with you
I open my eyes as awoken from rest
Ravina warms the earth
My hand grasps heavily
Darkness on my chest
A seeker of light
Now slowly diminished
Angels led me to you
I nurtured you so
Temptation led me astray
How Ive never felt so alone
In my memories you cry
Your wounds I contribute
I have acted so rash
The beauty and innocence
It attracted me so
Your touch and your kiss
It healed my soul
No time did I set
To consider my care
Id bleed my heart out
Just for you to give me my air
A spark in the light
Your eyes look the same
Contempt how I feel
Love is never a game
With one final word
I express in two lines
Please dance with me my love
One last chance of time









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