Twilight has come and gone, and I’m home again.
 In a tattered up broken box covered in all of our skin.
I bled for you, years before I could remember,
and many more after you would forget.


I bled for you,
And then asked for salvation
In a temple of forgotten un-redemption.


I’ve redeemed myself in black linen and billowing shades of hearts
Smeared against the canvas of our un- written on walls,



I’ve left the writing to you



My escape route were stairs that led to your dungeon
And I heard your laughter the whole way down.

I reached out to the shadows, but they only pushed me down.
Mercy was a cruelty you would not bestow,



you were too merciful for that.



I’m home again, and from whence have we come?
I’m home again, and where the hell else do we go?

The chamber of soul snatching is now a transitory stop,
What’s to lose, if everything I had, they’ve already got?

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