The craving of the common man
a dead gaze toward desired land
a beaten path
fueled sharpened wrath
Forming taunting lust fallen in through dust
searing burning hatred locks
wrapped around my tired thoughts
beat me with your broken wings tonight
Red nights/fortnights
Sour moments alone
Dead nights/moonlight
I find my thoughts like shards of glass
I save them, mystified
Writing apathy they grind
I reach my morphing claws in more
with comfort, tear my limbs apart
the pain dissolves I’m one with all
the universe fits in my palm
splinter apart
dark monuments
soothsaying hell
crash and crumble
Thy will be done
thy will be none
thy shall be done
thy shall be none
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