Flooded lungs. Pale parts, loom.
Don't worry, your soil will need the water,
To bloom.
Laboured pump, Crushed heart.
Nevertheless, with you, a redemption,
Shall start.
Aching body. One last breath.
You will defy divinity, and beautify,
Dear death.
Dry eyes, thin shrunken skin.
Starred in a perishable gloomy world -
In the original sin.
Lids closed. Veins calmed.
The redness turned into dark blue,
A rose growing into delphinium.
She was their life-giving dew.
Hyperventilation. Reared begs.
"For them, let me live. Let me raise,
My kids".
Wet floor. Screams around.
Mumbling in an arcade of life or theft,
But, here comes the hound.
A mortuary. Coldness penetrate.
"Sirens proclaimed its honor,
Rhymed with shluddering mayday".
She's now at god's holy bay.
A cemetery. Viscous worms.
Suffer to cuddle brides, crawl in thorns,
In the valley of eternal thrones.
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 4:35 AM UTC
Flooded lungs. Pale parts, loom.
Don't worry, your soil will need the water,
To bloom.
Laboured pump, Crushed heart.
Nevertheless, with you, a redemption,
Shall start.
Aching body. One last breath.
You will defy divinity, and beautify,
Dear death.
Dry eyes, thin shrunken skin.
Starred in a perishable gloomy world -
In the original sin.
Lids closed. Veins calmed.
The redness turned into dark blue,
A rose growing into delphinium.
She was their life-giving dew.
Hyperventilation. Reared begs.
"For them, let me live. Let me raise,
My kids".
Wet floor. Screams around.
Mumbling in an arcade of life or theft,
But, here comes the hound.
A mortuary. Coldness penetrate.
"Sirens proclaimed its honor,
Rhymed with shluddering mayday".
She's now at god's holy bay.
A cemetery. Viscous worms.
Suffer to cuddle brides, crawl in thorns,
In the valley of eternal thrones.
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