1.
There is a fine line, thin line,
where the result of coexistence fractures into isolated deceases.
2.
I looked through the horrors of the
night. In the wreck of life, in the passages of death, in each I found your
name engraved.
3.
Away from the spectre spiral of my
mind, I fall upon where memory lies between two lungs and a broken soul.
4.
The mist came down with a tear drop
of stale memories. The owl sang at the dawn. The obliteration start.
5.
A serpent down the road whisper
gentle out loud the dark, the horrors in the nite will hunt us while we seek
the light.
6.
In the attic of random it will arise
deep than darkness with fury and retaliation.
7.
Let me slide into the darkness mist
and sleep away with the raven song.
8.
At the edge of the shadows there
will be no remembrance that beholds the distance.
9.
End the endless on behalf of
continuity and reverie.
10. There
is no shelter no place no path. I belong beneath the moon with no being. Just a
whisper breath down the morning dew.
11. There
is no fence nor horizon, just the pure pattern of distance where to seek where
to die limitless.
12. Utterance
runs, speechless towards free land.
13. Space
when self demons are bigger than the soul and void swallows from the inside out.
14. Between
oakdark and redamber a shimmer light tremors beneath the hollow sigh.
15. Deep
sigh, a hollow space beholds a memory set in oblivion.
16. I
close my eyes and the whole universe expands into a folded lightyear of agony
fall.
17. I
will dive into the wilderness of infinity, will take that route not so faraway
from time nor from agony throbbing shed.
18. Long
the distance tighten the space, a hollow roar, a hallway silence numb at the
end.
19. The
rain speaks thunders of a dryness willow that drowns away in the fire ladder of
hope.
20. A
desert line will over come at the night of lone some.
21. I
saw into the vortex an endless future dyed with bittersweet longing depth. Never
less thorn, never less joy.
22. In
a desert-land of void chimes raucous a herd of memory scars.
23. Under
the veil of the same lays away the flow of a nocturne bright held on a
tremulous doubt.
24. Deep
down in the blue some of hollow arises a profound surd sight, announces a bare
numb existence, the whole tide fury strikes.
25. In
the darkness of the slough rebirths the whiteness of hope.
26. In
the light of a breath comes out an ocean sky disguise as remembrance.
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