We dwell
Under the cold silver of thought
We dwell
We dwell
In the still air of our dreams
We dwell
With beating hearts
With ready hearts
We close our eyes
And cast our dreams
In humility
In gratitude
We close our eyes
And raise our chins
In blood in flame
We cleanse our skins
In love in shame
We spend our sins
And always in our minds
Silent
We dwell
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Bloody Words
PoetryPoems for the twisted souls who dance at night. The cauldron stirrers, aorta slurpers down right damned to hell life usurpers. We all have a dark side, I invite you to enjoy yours. For the broken and the damned walk amongst us every day.
