The acid sunset
My eyes are weary
Murdered branches raked violently
In the faded gloom
Death is broken with the blood trees
Faceless ancient spirits
Dying starts unsuspectingly
Sharp dandelions and silent turns
Crushed boulders on the edge
Where my identity is erased
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 1:36 AM UTC
The acid sunset
My eyes are weary
Murdered branches raked violently
In the faded gloom
Death is broken with the blood trees
Faceless ancient spirits
Dying starts unsuspectingly
Sharp dandelions and silent turns
Crushed boulders on the edge
Where my identity is erased
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