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silent cathedral
My shadowed heart a silent cathedral
Only abandoned asylum have ground
Oh twilight lady fingers made of ravens
Carrying all the forgotten memories, unspoken dreams
Haunted church bell rings, the darkest emotion in me
Sitting on fallen leaves under craziest grave for the death
My feet on the suicide forest, birds die for nonstop mourning
Thick air with the oxygen of ancient trees
Toxic breathe !
My spell touches each thing to turn them ash
Isn't it attractive that i am all the depression and turmoil?
Hauntingly beautiful that's why you are still reading this poem
Welcome to the silent cathedral !
Copyright ©
Peterson Patrick
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