Everything seems like a dream...
Everything exudes dead crimson rust;
Streched too far across this realm of pain,
I feel my life eroding into dust.
I can see everything I need
Right here, where I'm standing.
It's not far... I can sense it coming:
The darkest winds, come to carry me away.
I'm still here...
Pinned up on this cross
From where I adore you.
I'm still here...
Staring out at the Valley of Death
From birds-eye view.
Your serpent's tongue
Breaks my heart,
Like a lash come hard
Across my back.
I can't catch my breath,
Nor can I gain any respect
For your bloodbath tact.
Like a spear in my side,
Your glare spikes my soul,
As a nimbus sky rolls
Toward my vision line.
The lightning and thunder
Chain-strike and sunder,
Galvanize in shades:
In scarlet, in black and white.
Cold, down-pouring rain
Barely touches the pain
Birthed of your iniquitous rage
And keeps me locked in your pariah's cage.
I don't know why
I ever met your distaste,
Or who it is I replaced,
Or why you won't just go away.
I'm stigmatized...
My senses are racked-- crucified
By your wrath-- gleaning
Fell malice within your eyes.
There's no disguise
For your endless inquest
To hate, destroy and detest,
Giving discourse and grave demise.
My convulsing frame
Signals the end of your game,
But the next time you play,
I won't be the one to adorn
Your anti-social crown of thorns.
And now, I rest,
In my last moments,
Given a chance to regress;
This is the end of my test...
It's time I give up my final breath.
(It is done... I am a ghost.)
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