Far Too Late
Chained before the
change.
I am absorbed into the
shade of faint.
Painted to last by
portrait.
I am pictured to the
brush.
Morning to dawn.
Savage is the start of
day.
Life consumes energy,
worn as a dress.
The aura to be seen,
circles around the moon.
Prevent the explosion,
inside my mind.
Thunder inside my hate.
Lights the chemical
storm.
Captured by the voice
of violence.
I am ignored into the
death of silence.
The trilogy of the
square, my shadow
seized, trapped inside a
nightmare
Wake, before the break.
Before never is forever.
Far too late.
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