Into a mystic breath, solitude
Out of forgotten places, sacrifice
Within the walls of fortitude
The sounds of falling ice.
A field burns in the distance
A pear tree grows diseased.
Traitors wait for assistance
From the wind, to be appeased.
Blood—an open wound expands,
Worms eating eternity.
Many things he demands
***** dust engulfing me.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
Into a mystic breath, solitude
Out of forgotten places, sacrifice
Within the walls of fortitude
The sounds of falling ice.
A field burns in the distance
A pear tree grows diseased.
Traitors wait for assistance
From the wind, to be appeased.
Blood—an open wound expands,
Worms eating eternity.
Many things he demands
***** dust engulfing me.
2/15/2014
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