Callous mind holding tight
with a desperate word
spoken light whisper’s trite
pouring over
lines of grey count the ways
how the blood will fall
to the skin now what’s next now?
will your dark wings spread out around me
shadowing the way
to all the things I’ve kept inside me
now I’m giving it all away
endless thoughts in distraught
try to find the way
from the start worlds apart
shed the cliché
dressed in spite waiting ripe
for the wings to fall upon broken ground
what’s next now?
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