Scratches On My Gravestone

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Answer the heart beating under its ribcage

Burning sensation lights up under dry skin

Corruption clotting black blood in cold veins

Demon's discombobulated denial and disdain

Emotions radiate deep beneath the surface

Foggy, red mist feeds into the soul

God's love resides there, fighting the bleakness

Hatred births the sins of tomorrow

Intoxication shields us from today's sorrow

Just a little more sunshine is all I need

Kindness turns back the hourglass

Leaving sixty sweet seconds before

Midnight

Never again can the moonlight go back

Ouverture introduces Death's dreaming diseases

Passion possesses poisoned sorry sorry sorries

Quarrels seep through ancient mirrors

Reflections of dark deception shine

Scattered slivers speckled with scarlet stains

Time passes in empty bottles and broken glass

Unaccepted heretic's eyes glisten sympathetically

Vile vision of villainy gently restored

Waking up, surrounded by silver, fractured silhouettes

Xenophobic pupils peer up from their silent spaces

Yearning for the clocks to reset to

Zero hour