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The days passed slowly in a drunken haze As this sleepless delusion was set ablaze My limbs weakened with the rising sun While the spiders in my head began to run Spinning webs beneath my sunken skin Piercing my veins like deadly sin Yet through it all my bones withstood The war taking heed within falsehood By words of Truth I found my sanction Even as my spirit dies in such a fraction And like the dead become living grass My flesh will live again like sandy glass But as for now this life consumes me And I will work like the honey bee Until the bitter taste on my tongue Becomes the flavor of the purest young
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Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
And She Said "It's Very Real"
The days passed slowly in a drunken haze As this sleepless delusion was set ablaze My limbs weakened with the rising sun While the spiders in my head began to run Spinning webs beneath my sunken skin Piercing my veins like deadly sin Yet through it all my bones withstood The war taking heed within falsehood By words of Truth I found my sanction Even as my spirit dies in such a fraction And like the dead become living grass My flesh will live again like sandy glass But as for now this life consumes me And I will work like the honey bee Until the bitter taste on my tongue Becomes the flavor of the purest young
And we can all be redeemed, we've already lived more than once
#life#death#spiders#sanction#honeybee
ofelia-rose
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ofelia-rose
Russian
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
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