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There is one dark light in the firmament Brewing poison, it hangs watchfully Waiting with hunger for the first sign of breakage The first scent of vulnerability Uncoiling in slippery skilled determination Seeking ingress, seeking blood He is the sleight of hand l hung my heart on The secret lie that skinned my soul Fall of the house of hope Gutter liar looking at his next victory Innocence you will die beneath him Every touch will rob you of sanctification In the temple of naïveté he is a streetwise hustler Born of a killing moon Drunk on theft as he cuts through defences Needing fresh meat, hunting game He is the deceit, the gaslight The rending of my sacred veil Fall of the castle of faith Sleeping well as he has no heart I had sandcastles in my eyes Glass lilies in my hands He nonchalantly crushed them all Smeared his name across my beauty And laughed “Lighten up, baby” But tides turn and mermaids call Now the beach is deserted Storms boil the ocean, purging I cast his name into the liquid fire And end this “Namaste, baby” There is one dark light in the firmament Amid clean clouds of evening it coils in contempt He shall not see me, he shall not touch me For him, no more my blood With the screams of ravens l have flown again Turned from his flowing bitterness I found a little light of promise New belief in the budding of me Resurrecting tomorrow As l will it so mote it be
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Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 11:03 PM UTC
The Screams of Ravens
There is one dark light in the firmament Brewing poison, it hangs watchfully Waiting with hunger for the first sign of breakage The first scent of vulnerability Uncoiling in slippery skilled determination Seeking ingress, seeking blood He is the sleight of hand l hung my heart on The secret lie that skinned my soul Fall of the house of hope Gutter liar looking at his next victory Innocence you will die beneath him Every touch will rob you of sanctification In the temple of naïveté he is a streetwise hustler Born of a killing moon Drunk on theft as he cuts through defences Needing fresh meat, hunting game He is the deceit, the gaslight The rending of my sacred veil Fall of the castle of faith Sleeping well as he has no heart I had sandcastles in my eyes Glass lilies in my hands He nonchalantly crushed them all Smeared his name across my beauty And laughed “Lighten up, baby” But tides turn and mermaids call Now the beach is deserted Storms boil the ocean, purging I cast his name into the liquid fire And end this “Namaste, baby” There is one dark light in the firmament Amid clean clouds of evening it coils in contempt He shall not see me, he shall not touch me For him, no more my blood With the screams of ravens l have flown again Turned from his flowing bitterness I found a little light of promise New belief in the budding of me Resurrecting tomorrow As l will it so mote it be
deidre-lockyer
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54/F/Melbourne, Australia
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 11:03 PM UTC
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