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Untitled --K.T.B Sparks of green; that pierce my soul That drive my heart to madness that bleeds Pounding a harsh, staccato, lonely beat The dreams; my head; falling apart. The night that comes, the tremors start A rumble, a roar, the sounds of running feet. Trampled, gored, by bloodied white steeds. The touch, the look, the sigh, not whole. Fears take me, a single siren call. Cold. damp, blades of green, rimed with frost Desperation clutches at my throat. As I slowly sink below the waves. The heart growing dark, ocean graves. Gliding quietly, sinking slowly - don't float. I reach and reach, coming back lost. The cold chill takes me into the fall. |
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