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Aug 2017
The moon is up in its zenith.
It looms; morphs 'to a sanguine hue.
I should've not been too zealous;
your abrupt presence turns me blue.
Asphyxiated. Had no clue---
tonight, you'd shatter our pendant.
Tonight, I would pay my penance.

Your eyes reeks of scarlet menace.
Yes, I did slur from my past dues,
but does that give you reason
to spill our blood on dried yew?
To burn memories which we drew?
These are all tough sinews to chew.

Listen to your sinister tune.
Resonate within the cistern,
locked up within my vessel's room.
Fill up my glass with doom and gloom.
Flux of crimson moves in my flume.
I fume,
            I fume,
                        I fume,
                                    I fume!

Feel the might of Helios
course through my veins,
and purify cursed vitae!
Slit my stomach, and disembowel me!
Wash your face
with the torrential downpour
of a dying star!
****** me.
So I could start healing
once more.
I come undone,
wretched *****.
Emmanuel
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Emmanuel  22/M/PH
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