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Sep 2017
Will you walk with me,
          will you hold my hand
we'll skip to the sounds of
     moonlight as it shines off
                    the blades we hold in our hands...

Our masks hiding our secrets,
        The enigmas of each others plan..
You like to cut, I like to stab..
As long as there's  wine flowing
we'll drink dry to every woman & man..

They thought we were gone,
buried beneath so much dirt.
                              But we breathed
our last, with that a vengeful curse.

"We breath our last, this is our last verse,
        For when the veil falters,
                for when our names are practiced..
We will arise to claim what is ours,
      Two children will wonder,
Two children will smile with glee.
For those that put us beneath the dirt,
         will bleed and feed underneath.."


When the sun arises and the covering
of night does die in luminescent decay...
Know that were back where we were.
but we brought some friends to keep
                                           the loneliness away!

There not dead, a heart still beats.
          But there staring at our decaying vision
our mouths silently open.
Were inhaling every last breath,
      for not with  moment will we breath again
                    But there's always next hollows eve.
Poetic T
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