“Your heart has fallen to the groundcascades in broken pieces, endless shardsof a betrayal so twisted it seems to breakwithin a sun proposed of guilt,the back of one so once renowned that crystal eyespierced deeper then,they never knew to cut into a soul so purethat no light had ever a chance to radiate from inside itself,now ripped in shards strewn across the floor,guilty and alone”
Awaiting deeper, inside the cavern left of broken dreams,condemning            a thorn that pricks and stings so wonderfullywill this perfect knife so willing cut the handthat once held the petals so closethough willing for blood to pour from what is not there
What will ever be there?without deceit, unbroken hatewon’t appearwill not die in self-consumed pityleaving laughter outside of the windowas creation ceases to be born from imaginations of happinesscoiled without empathetic beauty to keep it company
your fear is my betrayal singing sweetly toward the barren seashope begins to lay itself within your deceiving mindperfection is so comprehensible to believe,under these altering lies of passiontwisting, yearning to cling upon your unloving bonesnever wanting to be released,digging deeper,burrowing a hollow room to seat itself gracefully
in reverence
lay your heart onto the bitter groundand let the residue of death pour from it like a waterfall of black poison caressing the rocks so sharply your undeserving heart diesagain and again before your beautiful eyes,green, a laughter forming in its depths,but waiting for the one moment it knows she cant stay
to keep together…
what you have
you lost centuries agoand yet you know for one inconceivable momentyou have it there
Running, you stare endlessly, far between the darkness Deep prisms contend on the world, rulesYou bent them to such a degree, and in such a breathtaking wayYour mind travels far awayfrom what you would care to know to be true
insanity
This for now and all after pitiful attempts to revive yourself
The realization that there are no more secrets left lingeringUpon shards of steelThese crimson curtains            that fall to the floor            beckon the rainKissing            temptationThe line you begin to cross is obsolete and continues to swayInto memorable circles tied between consciousness

all that is left is pain this emotionless bodycontains from deep withina decaying mindyour secrets unfold
satin falling from the skydraped upon itself holdingcomfortably under your lies.

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