It feels like I died long ago;
Waking to an unwanted revival.
Drenched from a flaming baptism,
Soaked in anguish.
Observing opportunities masquerading as
Angelic delights; the brood
Masking deception with discretion.
My spirit feels the curse rising from the ground;
My body collapses beneath the heavy rain.
Those desires to change the world
Deemed a misdemeanor; my sweet dreams
Cast upon the smoldering coals,
A wasted sacrifice of embers,
Ashes, and vapors.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
It feels like I died long ago;
Waking to an unwanted revival.
Drenched from a flaming baptism,
Soaked in anguish.
Observing opportunities masquerading as
Angelic delights; the brood
Masking deception with discretion.
My spirit feels the curse rising from the ground;
My body collapses beneath the heavy rain.
Those desires to change the world
Deemed a misdemeanor; my sweet dreams
Cast upon the smoldering coals,
A wasted sacrifice of embers,
Ashes, and vapors.
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