Porphyria ~ Distraction

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Porphyria

Porphyria lies with blankets of bruises

Pale complexion, broken countenance

Complimented with the tones of emerald and indigo

Whispers to the braided branches of trees

Which she could only gaze upon

Paralyzed, shocked, against her will

Pleads for the trees' assistance

"Unravel your boughs,

to let the light show,

and take me to where the dead ones go."

Empathy purged 

Interconnection 

Felt the cries and shakes of poor Porphyria

No one was around to love her while she dies

She was the only one to hear any fern to fall in the forest

Around the age of Aquarius

Fire had finally arose

To disperse desolation

And give into Porphyria's wishes

Distraction

Cyclones of golden waves

Striking with elegance

As they shimmer down her back

Her gentle smile,

Blurs every thought out of my head

A distraction,

You distracted me from the outside problems

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