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Drenched of Hell's Insanities

Drenched of hell’s insanities Sending chills this tortured spine, as aches precede the worded fiction Sorted truth does rest sublime beneath the light of benediction Broken dreams of compass flair, directions cast a blinded waning Trusted roots abridge the square of all that’s lost and is remaining Washed along this fertile beach of sanded hope and history Tasting o’ thy patterned speech as common phrases come to me Desolate my cornered mind of images I pray be true Dangling the lost to find retaliation in my view Pray, oh be, as life does rattle chains of only mist to turn Laughter like some long fought battle, in amongst we tend to learn When the calling comes so random, names are lost on open seas One by one in columned tandem, drenched of hell’s insanities Take me of thy deepest suture, so that I may feel the end Black as night o’ bleakest future, paint your shadows once again Razored claw and broken arrows, filled with such, the violence Playing through the endless narrows, falling to my own expense This, a life that's not worth living, not this day, not anymore Breaths so tethered in their giving, pull the drapes and close the door Take a seat your exits' waiting, frozen hinges squeak in time Find the map for navigating, somehow through this wicked rhyme Follow me, I know the heading, down this staircase, up the hall End those futile tears you're shedding, she's not waiting for your call Through this doorway stenciled broken, toss your heart there on the floor It is but a useless token, you'll not need it anymore You’re now privy to the meaning, whether you do understand Motioned light, this night is leaning, let it take you by the hand Now of time and missing portal, through the lens of sights unknown Nothing whispers you’re immortal, for this day you have been shown It’s Halloween my souper friends. Posting a few dark ones today. : )