graced graveyard of avoidable
non-self inflicted pain
glistening in
moonstorms
lovingly beams
teasing those in limbo
searing the chain binding them

suffering silent screams
echo into oblivion

blessed blue tears open a gate
to flooded thoughts that
have slowly been
erodingy
cauterized cliffs
stretching their pebbles
to the sky returning the love

silvery smiling souls
sing into oblivion

just
so we
stay

reminded that it's
never too late
to loosen the grip
i have upon the
throat of what i love
causing it to
runaway

....or....

do something about it
because you can
just loosen the grip
then you'll learn
the good things will
also catch up
as
do the bad
things

just remember
quadsided
questions

answer in
repurcussons
leading
them all
back


to
distant oceans
cleansing
those
dedicated
to basking
in it's
entrancing
reflection
twisting
moons
through
suns


like a magician
asking for a volunteer
from this unbelievably
supportive audience

angels wave
their wings
to put a halt
to the blossoming
breeze delicately
brushing singed
quills upon this
wicked weather
on it's way
from the

SOUTH

wating
for the
perfect
opportunity to strike down
warriors
of faith
keeping
true to their vows to protect and serve

with a vengance
never releasing
a single speck
of hatred for
forgiveable
actions

made
upon
our own
inner images
of
ourselves
ashamed
to go
break
free

run home
runaway

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