Digressive Death

Digressive Death Deflected by summer’s breeze Find me fallen upon my knees Now it’s time for a pensive prayer To let go thoughts thru abrasive air Digressive death, I will weepingly awaken To search the heavens that have forsaken Longing for love within the internal light Drenched in darkness of nocturnal night To cries of anguish we must respond Lachrymal lure of Satan’s spawned Lucid layers of decaying dreams Suffocating silences in strangled screams Incongruent idols, immaculate imagery Fallen angels of beguiling brilliancy Treasured tombs that satiate the soul Amongst wandering winds, on midnight's stroll. Jan.23.2017 The Poet And I - Contest Sponsored by: Mystic Rose