It’s infernal
With flashy maroons light
You have opened the door
The fire has finally lit
Producing acid smokes
Leaving sultry ashes
And my heart is hanging upon
Longing to be saved
By the end of the crescent
A gentle heart with firm hands
I look after
I crave upon
A mourning prayer was spoken
I wish to be released
In the dead hours
Where all eyes are numb
All ears are senseless
Where owls and crickets are alive
They sing and chat
They jump and dance
They kiss under the mistletoes
They make noise and cover others
And me as the escapee
Run as I might, follow my only light
As I know to be “death”
It’s inflammable
I can hear his voice
Like a sirens from heaven
Secretly spreading whispers
Heaven as it is
I never feel as much alive like this
If death is happiness
And happiness is infinitive
So be it.
~G~
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