contest-King of Terrors- sponsor Rob Carmack... no rules written 5/19/18
When love's chalice brims with passion's pain from crooked hands now clenched within your mind its wormwood draught is less the bile that stains you spilled to cleanse the earthen floor of time the rapture of this life now cleans my soul as it bleeds deep in darker realms of shade you drove the knife that cut the rose once whole release my suffering heart as death persuades this flower keeps no breath within its bloom now drifting dark beneath the setting sun flee from this world whose shadows I consume as my heart dies, its death already done a crumbled love lies dead inside my heart buried beneath the lies as you depart
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