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Saturday, April 6, 2013

Ennui


Sometimes I can't decide 
Whether I'm in heaven or in hell
The taste of blood, the acid flavor it tasted, fear.

The voice of reason don't make much 
A sound anymore..
When your reason alone.

The blood in me.
The demon. 


Broken footsteps on the shore
(The shore of broken footsteps)
ON THE SANDS OF
SOMEONE REMAINING 

Severed ties... 
The lean of hearts 
Awaken canvases. 


Maybe just dust, maybe just a tear fall... 
In the night.
ON THE SANDS OF
SOMEONE REMAINING 

... 

Of all October skies left from the cold
Pattern of leaves...
Wilted flowers, wild depression 
Warming fire of your faith
Burns solely out... 
In the autumn collecting what was left...

Wild fire, warming ennui 

This is indeed hell. 

The blood
The demon me. 


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