An echo of dust and smoke
Lingering, whispering
Gentle lullabies softly choked,
A last breath of cold redemption.
Forgiveness -It's a funny thing,
An echo of dust and smoke
poisoning, Envying
But In the darkness they were cloaked,
The stars screamed their
HorrorIn a blinding madness.
It's a funny thing,
An echo of dust and smoke
Wishing, hoping, dreaming
The veil of mist in which She woke
Caressed her face withA lovers stroke,
In blinding madness.
It's a funny thing,
An echo of dust and smoke
Waiting, cunning, smiling
She glanced in naive giddiness
At the monster in their veins -Clawing at her heart with
A lovers stroke,
In blinding madness.
It's a funny thing.
An echo of dust and smoke,
Waiting, wishing, poisoning, lingering
Cunning, hoping, envying, whispering
Smiling, dreamingClawing at her heart with
A lovers stroke,
In blinding madness.
It's a funny thing.
An echo of dust and smoke
Smiling.
Smiling, but her eyes were dead.She was smiling but her eyes were dead.
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PoetryMy poetry. Read if you like word twists, complex vocabulary and sentences of utter nonsense. Yeah, that's literally what my poems are. Rhyming lines of extreme nothingness. Xx Cover by @YoursTrulyMaryZ (The first few are okay, but then I just start...