Bloom of Thorns
The deep dark night, No longer holds glory
For now it is lorn with fear
in joy's absence lies the cruel demon
of sadness that makes my eyes well with pain
Mocking me with your scent that lingers still....
Can you not see the light of heaven has dimmed?
Memories of you play in slow motion
As they tear at every nerve in my body
with un-remorseful ripping, bladed claws
This hell that you cant feel
The blackness shall pour from my veins
Copyright © David Lustrup | Year Posted 2017
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