Monday, May 1, 2017

Mired

Roaming smoke on the wind
smitten in demons breath as it surrounds me

Caressing me with it's mire
traipsing along with the creatures of darkness

An overture of consuming vision
I break out of this comfort zone

He appears after dead so long
in words and reminding song


Where does one hide from such beauty
yet such madness

Push and pull, please talk to me
A past and future war

How can one become two
with my weakness in tow

Sympathy for the devil
always a weakness






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